We were close like potato chips Whoever woke first Wore the dress What was yours Was mine We had the same appetite For every thing . When you left I found love again in our Rottweiler I called her your name Oyinlola And when I sleep well, The days I eat a good meal, When […]

Where can you find A woman to relate to your soul Through your colour ? Maggie Nelson and I Both talk of blue as a cure When we haven’t stated our disease. I learn in strings, in bits Ray Bradbury says it is okay He teaches me to step on landmines Each morning. To explode […]

i can easily tell your story, dad. the first among shepherds abuochiche’s mouth healer, giver, a strange believer. a mixture of seasons. i have learned to love you like my mother: soft, fragile, muscly all i would say about you all that you do all you’ve been through you still move like a river unafraid […]

You are bread and butter and breast milk My cloudy aesthetic You come back to me like rain Like a lie, These feigned memories I have considered veracious Your white teeth, The colour of my writing palette Your hair the same scent as my vision All blurred, all abandoned Too cured, I have forgotten dereliction […]

On Monday I was in school On Tuesday I broke the rule Wednesday, I sat on the front pew Thursday, I cried because I was told I would not write exams Friday, a happy day. I wrote the exam. Tochi

I was once in a child Fragile, Like a woman’s perception Grandma would say, and everyone too “He’s too eager for emotions” I was feeding off their reactions I was living for a miracle That I should one day be with super powers And save the world from burning Save everyone from things Only me […]

blinking is like opening and closing a door. we may find something behind or before it, or the thing from our vision vanishes. the field may be maybe wider. these things may multiply. when we blink we do not disappear when we open a door and walk through it we do. leonell echa

at crossroads with terrifying repercussion how can you run from what you can’t hide from? Younglan Talyoung

Don’t look at her If you must, stand from afar. Her innocent eyes Are the beds where deception lie. Her fragrance like rose flower. But this black woman is the dark power. The only heir Medusa’s throne. One flesh, one bone. Centre of the sea There she be! Tochi

If they keep stabbing our bleeding wounds Unveiling healing scars Causing wars on earth And won’t let peace rest in mars If they’re placing nails and thorns under our feet And against our heads, raising bars. Bringing down family trees Cutting off their branches And pulling out their roots We must yet never surrender Even […]