MY SAFARI 1 (by Ezebuike Temple)
With palm-oiled hands,
I scribble this in the mud of anguish;
my mouth, a dale to the water-fall
of my colored tears.
...
When I crossed the Niger Rubicon,
my face was in painful intercourse with the earth
and my body trickled water and blood,
as I watched a people, houses...
Forcefully stolen
by an