their faces showed something was wrong, “after death, humans perish, yeah? so why are we rising again? did those books truly mean something?” they tried shouting out, it was late, they tried making friends, it was late, they tried reading books, it was late, they tried having faith, it was late, they saw ‘believers’ heading […]

They knew from the onset There is a wall of Jericho Which they refused to acknowledge Separating them He was white, she was black He fell in love, she walked in love And the two couldn’t walk Except they agree Bose

strange, we say, that we get to find ourselves in others. a semblance as other half and better half or semblance that looks quite alike. strangest, yet , when we get to find right before you, your own body and soul, and temper, and laughter. a twin, one who’s you and not you. leonell echa

this path you’ve chosen to take may tear you apart, you will be tagged here as an African bastard. for we celebrate birth, marriage and death more then we eat, drink and dance for every other thing. I’m aware the world has changed, and there’s a new trend but this is not who we are […]

zoe, today you’ve eaten of my house; fed of my meat, drank much of my spouse. he has changed. he is strange. you’re welcome. you’ve made him this man he has become. because we are unafraid of change this tent you have pitched shall remain here. to your house we shall dare rearrange- feed, drink, […]

state it! rant and rave. tweet it. spill with an anger grave and throw it to the earth, make it quake. become a fit. drag your feet to leave marks that say today is not the day I fill another bottle with you. and when you’re done, allow me unbotton my mind to show the […]

it is the Eyo, the Ojude Oba, the Sango, the Olojo, the Oro, the Igogo, the Osun-Osogbo festivals. it is who we are and how we dance. it is the Ofala, the Iwa Akwa, the Aju, the Ovala, the Inne, the Egbo, Ekpe, the New Yam festivals. it is where we farm and when we […]

keep your head in the air and let the thoughts weigh in soft and hard, rough and smooth. your heart should be in the shelf with blood and water with oil and earth let sin find its sun. let your color be true whether yellow or blue choose a side be hot or cold. in […]

Egypt (Kom Ombo) where we were molded by writings of gods when they were men that carved stars to align their paths. Italy (Tiber) a fence placed in the center of our sweat it formed art and married our inks swelling the chimes that sleep with our deaths. Syria an inscription of laws guiding the […]

the beauty of writing is to write on paper with a pen where mistakes have a limit. it is pouring your heart without keys suggesting to one to change words, structure, tone or tenses. it is the choice of a bird to fly during rainfall, it is the choice of a writer to express freedom […]