I know your faces, splashed by threads of light against the shadowy Walls of death! Those dark eyes staring at the spirit of a struggling soul, held behind bars of brutality! And do I not know your footsteps? Those brutal boots that crunch aloud along the corridors of death! Take my soul! Take my soul!… Continue reading ABIOLA’S CRY


Achebe,Today marks off your living breath And you leave this deadly worldBut our memories of you still prevailAnd they keep reminding us that you’re still aliveThough, you’ve given your mortal to the graveYou’ll never decay but live till we join you Achebe,Indeed you’re the great Iroko of our timeYou sheltered other trees and they took… Continue reading THE INK-HORN ACHEBE