Author - Victor Eyo

Yokozuna: Fiction by Victor Eyo

The first time the man came to our home, it was a cold drizzly evening. I remember watching the rain drops make ripples on the puddles in our compound. He stayed till it was quite late. I loitered in the dark passage, straining my ear to listen to...

To X: Three Poems by Victor Eyo

TO X i waited for your return through the frenzy of swollen clouds in July till blistering March opened every sore in my body nervously listening for your footfalls in the passage when night’s heavy hand touched my brow your face immediately...


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