Another 12-Year old has just been laid to rest with his mother wailings as the day before yesterday, he laid on her chest,

Throw JOS some black lit candles. Again we write more chapters in our ‘book of bloods’ with the narratives, an heritage for distant tongues to tell whose skins are unpeeled by cowry demons, but bruised as Benue, Taraba, Nasarawa, Adamawa, Kaduna, Zamfara,… and more to come. I hear that there...

War. Who again is climbing the walls of war after the death of soldiers? Who will show us how swords and guns turned the dusk to nightly behavior and erased the power of blood shedded on ground that birds could drink and live on. Who shall wake us when the...

As we retire for the day The work of the day we have accomplished The god of the harvest had smiled on us Fruits of many kind filled our barns As we await a new journey of the earth around the sun Planning to begin another farming season The enemy...

Are we humans or Animals? Maybe both, but I may choose the latter for with drought eyes swollen from a marathon tears I wear, and thorned a flesh, can you not behold tearfully? And what joy again to dwell longer with knived ancestry, forever piecized by pasturers who rips fiercely...

Red-Rider Who again is soaring the walls of war after the death of soldiers? Who will show us how swords and guns turned the dusk to nightly behavior and erased the power of blood shedded on ground that birds could drink and live upon. Who shall wake us when the...

Yesterday, we remembered the victors and conquerors; Today, we remember the vanquished and conquered. Yesterday, we danced in the rain; Today, we embrace the cold. Yesterday, our echoes were of happiness of victory savored. Yesterday, we rent the air with fists of godly mortals. Only yesterday, smiles devoured faces despite...

…there is sadness in the face of the moon. Boom boom! Marauders at the door. Boom boom! Gory chunks on the floor. Marauders; those marauders;disgruntled fragments of the Sahara storms; with blood as token toast,broke into our dozing homes, transcending into our deepest dreams;their sword of enemy deep; like thorny...

I look at the man screaming at my feet, my prisoner, grinning as he groans. You might wonder why he groans. He is simply in pain. I have just chopped off his legs. His hands will be next. Before the chopping, I purged the evil out of him with my...

Blood in the eyes Brawny men occupying all sides Children cries Mothers being whipped Adversity made his way amidst Travails travelled down A lonely dark world Full of pains Where I called “The land of the dead” The hades. Hades A no mans land Where ghost consist Like an halloween...