I never had a chance to know my father. To tell me how men are, He was gone before I arrived. I guess I
By Paly Mbaly I have been locked away Locked into my own self Trapped between distance and time Trapped between reality and imagination Alone
He’s as black as night as I Yet spoke Latin than the Vaticans, Not a word phantomed I, But I must accept to be
By Nathaniel Okolo With her arm she cradled With her back she carried On her breasts I suckled Thinking baby thoughts Mama was
It’s no use How we think we could raise their dead To have them die again, that’s not end; You see it’s useless?
My country have become slayers a preacher man once said; a land is united with tranquillity, souls sucked with love and harmony.
IN THE WAKE OF DREAMS When you dream there’s a chance You’ll find a field of smiles with leaves On the face of a
The stars complete there race The sun begins its marathon The bats fly into the dark, ghostly caves elegantly arranging themselves in flanks and
Night comes with weak bones after fighting morning Battles with all strengths and hope and running Night comes with darkness of this planet
Yesterday she suckled a fresh breathe In the broken lungs of human, and today, she has become a redundant woman whose desire to embrace