MARIAM IS MEMORIES Those who own the dead, flip through mind frames to lodge the sun where there had been drowning flood. Even when Mariam calls the laughter, I see in her face, the vast cemetery of her fallen heroes. Their ghosts are flint-combs of...
MEMORY IS A FLIPPED CLASSROOM (For Chinua Achebe) The past is a hind mirror you sometimes need a new glass for, the reflection is enigma, Flints of shadows, images recoiled as they are; they are not by some mercenary tellers. You wrestle to hold its...
Title of Book: No Home in this Land Author: Rasak Malik Year: 2018 Genre: Poetry Publishers: Akashic Books Reviewer: Ndubuisi Martins (Aniemeka) The death of a country is more colossal than the death of a people in it. The paradox here contains two...
Title of Book: Do Not Preach To Me! Author: Charles Akinsete Year: 2017 Genre: Poetry Publishers: Kraft Books Limited, Ibadan. ISBN 978-978-918-409-5 Pages: 83 Price: ₦600 Mortal man, Cradled in golden palms Of God and ancestors, Refined in fiery...
WE HOLD ENDLESS CONVERSATIONS WITH NIGHT When the dusk hisses the darkest fodder into thick night and the day into being, the pyot Causes reshuffling of lights, glowing leaves hold through their duty, Never with kinsfolk’s dialogue as light must not...
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