Photocredit: Pexels.com Needling The leaves move to an amapiano breathed by God. But later they will be bedridden— like this mind, gulping pain like burnt prayers. I call it living, tracing life between paper edges — afrobeats needling into me at dawn to erythroid memories. I’m a lover who hennaed my beliefs on […]
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Photo Credit: Freepik.com Someday, You’ll Learn to Love Yourself Like God Does You’ll learn to hug the person you see when you look into the mirror. Yeah, that same boy shuffled into bokeh in group photos, the one sent miles away not to photobomb personal pictures, the one cameras flee from. Perhaps you will learn
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Photo Credit: Fineartamerica.com Memories on the Wall The rickety keke bus came to a halt, and the passengers alighted one after the other. I looked out the window, scanning the whole vicinity as I waited for the bus to clear out. Onitsha, the city of my childhood, the ever-bustling city with its everlasting putrid scent.
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Of Intricacy, Futility, and Ephemerality of Life: A Review of Dr. Jim Osita Okeke’s ‘WHAT NEXT?’ “The swell of womb and breast is half human circle; on the crest of the grave’s rise reclines the other; The grave like the yam-mound is earth’s pregnancy life like a dance swing in circles.” –Isidore Diala I have
