Finding joy in motion, Savouring the thrill of speed, Living life on the go, Reflecting on light speed years Thinking of home in exile Where
Category: Poetry
Young and sturdy youth, Living in existential splendour, Regaled in economic and political glory, Revered among his peers, A father of 36, Blessed with a
These sea masquerades are creating unnecessary ripples in a calm pool, Making talented youths live like sand arts. Today they are here Looking strong and
Idim Atai, Bowering Mother Earth, Life Source, ever flowing spring, that nurtures Ekpene Ukim people, young and old, their strangers, neighbours and all. It was
First they kill your image, Next they isolate you, Then they silence you, Through threats and blackmails, They shame you, Tell white and black lies
Drowned souls of a millennium old cry out from the deep ocean floor, calling on the offspring of the ancestors who wronged them to come
She came to me in a dream And said, ‘Son of the Muse, write to the world about me, Engrave my name in gold, inscribe
Trauma Zones We cannot go back to trauma zones, we must not return to trauma scenes, where smiling faces look like goblins in the dark.
Mother of the Road (For Mrs Offiong Inyang) Mother of the Road, The traffic warden in life’s highway, Guiding and directing young, innocent, travellers On