Waiting for Forever We had our hopes, we had our dreams, We somehow believed, that words and guns, That one more coup, that some more troops, Would consign to...
Author - Danny Bagucci
Born in 1979, I was fortunate to be introduced to poetry by my mother who was an English Literature major at the then University of Ife during the mid 70's. I trained as a Corrosion Engineer in Nigeria and have gone on to practice for a number of years post graduation. I currently spread what time I have between practicing in the UK, blogging and writing a collection of short stories, Growing Up, which aims to capture the unique perspective of a kid growing up amongst academics in Nigeria.
The Dance of the Mountain God The claps begin, Slow, petulant, Like tiny drops of rain which then increase, As feet pound the rocks, oblivious of the pain...