‘When brothers fight to the death, a stranger inherits their father’s estate’ do not call a witness to a family feud. the deference of blood is water that runs past the Mariana trenches of our plastic hearts. so there are several bowls to drink from; do not pass it around during the camp by the […]

shards no one can ever be as sad as a broken mirror because broken, a mirror becomes a million parts of angry shards willing to prick skins, hurt hearts and poke emotions. Əĺļə

IT TAKES DISTRESS TO GROW A THING band-aids don’t fix bullet holes like sealed lips don’t offer relief For a boy to become a man he must bury himself alive like a seed, and shoot. he would suffer from the wind, the sun, and the rain then he grows gradually into a man. for a […]

you may never have. you may never see. the whole world is an expanse; a sea. you may never row nearly half. you may only know the water you are not the dam there is. there’s a whole world you haven’t and the whole you wouldn’t even if you could. you may even try yet […]

Til’ all of me shreds, And fits everywhere i shouldn’t Til’ a song no longer has rhythm Or a fig tree fails to exist longer than any other tree. Until the last lost child hears me, Summer begins in January Until i accept i am, Just as i should be, on a lone journey. Belonging […]

Filled to the brim, an overflow A lifeline on its string One more makeover In a garden, a serpent in my bed Untouched, Too little or too much? it is never too much for the rain to pour heavier than your worrying tears. is it too much to bend and pick broken pieces— of a […]

think of me like a butterfly weightless, by the breeze by the powder of feathers flapping faster than i fly. a migrant by degrees, by the action of wings, by flitter in flight, a sparkle in might. scarce and forgotten out of stock, out of demand. LARDO & Əĺļə

A right to write Just about anything. This is the freedom to everything, But me. Do not open if you find me close, To you. I am your abominable. And in your lettering, Let not appear, the letters of my name, Or the figures of my speech. Do not use an ink near the colour […]

I was told that once I lay down here, peace won’t just be the name of a woman, my skin colour won’t be a threat to some, my faith won’t deny me pity and friendship, I was told false fables as I laid down here. Tomide Abdul

the power of your thumb your thumb is a sharp weapon sharper than a tongue or sword, your thumb is a fierce fighter fiercer than Malcolm or King. your thumb is a decider deciding who stays or leaves, your thumb is a brave soldier fighting for you and others. your thumb is the exploit of […]