A Prayer Arched like a Bird “For this plant to grow it needs a dozen or so teardrops, For this child to live it needs blood, For this Phoenix to rise it...
Author - Okolo Chinua
Okolo Chinua is a writer who writes for many reasons, the beauty of tomorrow being the foremost. Currently he lives and writes from the suburbs of Onitsha, Anambra state, Nigeria.
IN MY SLEEP I AM ROMEO Today I saw someone, eyes I wanted to give the world, hands I wanted to help grasp everything they wanted. There’s a terrible...
THE SPOTS ON MY FRONT DOOR Walking towards home is a backward glance toward reality. I remember once my brother said the only way to become whole was to...
LEAVING THEM BE In my story I want to write myself a hero, I want to keep away the thorns I draw strength from my father’s smile My father has two rooms...
“Here, there is a father unhappy about the arrival of his son from school because it means an extra mouth to feed…” writes Dubem as his poem...
Father spends most of his time watching TV… There’s a purple hibiscus growing behind our backyard. Mother calls it weird. She spends her time all...
We are all seated on the floor in a semi-circle in Papa’s room. Papa is seated on the bed, his eyes staring deep into ours. My eyes meet his and I look...