The Heart is a Home- The lonely heart beats for itself, echoing empty words, a last refrain; words that reverberate against these walls and fall against the spotted windowpane. We who have loved and lived too much, can now see the error of our ways; we sleep alone, yet fitfully now, and count our blessings…
Your Money Bleeds- It took me four years after graduation from secondary school to finally get admission into the university to study law, the course I had always loved since I was the little Honey in Primary Three. It wasn’t because I was dull. I had 7 As in my WAEC, including Mathematics and English…
Laylatul Qadr {The Night of Power} The night of power is better than a thousand months. Therein come down the angels and the Spirit, by Allah’s permission, with every command. Peace it is; until the rise of dawn. —Al Qadr 97: 3-5 the sacred vigil echoes with sepulchral verses of the Holy Qur’an. worshippers with…
PORTRAIT OF A BLACK WOMAN I resketched my face on the palms of God For I am a black woman who bears the colours of heaven’s art Thus; each day the sun romances me, With kisses on my watery lips_ (a ritual my mother calls sinful) I morphed myself into everything that ever…
A Tinker’s Bargain- Of all the rascals, mummers, and travelers who rolled through the village farmsteads, new moon or full, there was but one tinker’s wagon drawn by mules wearing straw hats. The right-hand mule wore a sort of sombrero with a long feather sewn to the crown. The left mule sported a chapeau crowned…
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