Ramadan Poem | Day 28: The Night by Onafowokan Taofeek Busayo
THE NIGHT The night had grown old in the hands It had become a grey hair turning fear…
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THE NIGHT The night had grown old in the hands It had become a grey hair turning fear…
Shadows of a passing river Nsuoba AtukweiIf I had known you were the ancestral riverBeneath the drought of…
Serial Killer when you put a noose around the neck of truth and dragged her like a villain…
A leak in the ceiling II 1. I stutter the letters when a bird sculpts the air with…
Fear bin wan tiff my shine-shine Sake of say Warri pikin sabi worri-worri but as my head take…
When will human ever be satisfied? Always feeling the need to multiply When he’s successful, he feels gratified…
a lady praising her lover It’s been said thatLadies go for the mansionInstead of love, but darling,I assure…
The Odd Numbers Every being wants to journey The 84 years 4 months in a night They crumble…
Moseying along the paths of lilies In the garden of binaries, I found a lovely yellow rose Unique…
On every single moment,a moment dies and another buried it In every open day, twilight dies and offsprings…