SIGHTING THE THREES ON MY WAY TO SAMINAKA

“Saminaka! I have got my own I am not a slave.” The mantra modulated on and on Upon the bland sight of a land The sole repeated pattern of a sound Upon which a poet picked his hwyl. I am never a slave to journey Neither is journey a slave to me I pass through journey… Continue reading SIGHTING THE THREES ON MY WAY TO SAMINAKA

THE ROAD TO JOS

Kaduna is not too far from Niger, knobby trees and rotund reefs bind them. Kaduna is not far from Abuja at all, a beauteous shuttle on vitreous miles. But the road to Jos is an ancient path, traceable to the throne, which God planned to craft but Devil resolved to mar: God being a connoisseur,… Continue reading THE ROAD TO JOS

KAGORO ROCKS

Kagoro rocks bade me “welcome!” Vast volcanic domes on algal blooms, skies bluish grey, cryptic pedestal of Kintata. The hills suspended at the jaws of the skies, and dingy threads of algae slathered the crooked paths that crawled up hills. The smokes like plumy hairs of a wizard plied the craggy boulders that leapt up… Continue reading KAGORO ROCKS