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 overwhelming flow! In Ogbor, I… Continue reading MY SAFARI 1 (by Ezebuike Temple)