@gandhibaba

Greetings Hivers, it's been a while since I've posted and maybe some of you were wondering where I've been or what I've been up to. Rest assured I'm still here, the last few month…

<center>Twirling on my desk Roundabout my files A lone, black ant In a scout for crumbs of sugar Paraded itself like a pageant My thumb is raised To thunder below To sniff life o…

<center>The future does not come To you like the balls of doughnuts in a showglass Nor does it come To you like the brilliant colours of the rainbow The future does not come To …

the culture of the cross spreads out from the tongues of prophets & clergies its ways so tender like wool but they throw bayonet at those who don't raise the flag of their cultur…

when a mother tucks every prayer she had learnt into the body of her crumbling son and God doesn't bat an eyelid till death draws him into its tempest. we turn to the priest, as…

I know of woman's privilege: Say a woman walks into a space and there's an outpour of warmth to envelope her body because she's a woman. Also say a woman drops the wrath in her …

 I know of a people who w…

<center>a nation will come again, you will watch them from your television set read about them from a newspaper celebrating what they don't own. how does democracy dance in a c…

<center>drag your body into the surface of the mirror every morning lace your body with words alluring to fetter a girl's heart say you're beautiful like marigolds on their bed s…

 at the tap of cataly…

 they say we spring from t…

<center>It doesn't rain here; everywhere is sultry— dwelling houses, homes, alleys, footbridges…. everyone is busy busy with languaging grief busy with dressing wounds you're l…

 <center>this couch is so succule…

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<center>there's something about war; its cicatrixes are always mint. how does diplomacy wash a land drenched with blood? do biafrans forget the massacre? do we forget our progen…

A time comes they beat their gongs in grins and generous palms. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! The rattles spread round the city then, we assemble ourselves with starved bellies.…

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After Deborah Ajilore Mother said, "shield your cleavages from the claws that sit on men's eyes only the man who completes your ribs owns the sight", "don't let your skirt crawl…

<center>Everything I love is always on the move, say they don't wait for me like God & like my ex-lover from whom I learned love could also be a metaphor for fire. Dreadlocks spr…

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