The voice sprang out sharply, like a projectile fired from the barrel of a gun and pierced through the padded walls of my heart; bringing back to ‘awakening’...
Author - Umar Abubakar Sidi
IT’S MONDAY NOON… And the poet wanders In the world of thoughts Piercing Like the spears Of a juicy song Dazzling Like the stars When the night is set...
1998: March 22ND If not for the dull rays emitted from the bedside lamp, the room would have been in complete darkness. The windows were shut, the door locked...
