We are the few survivors here — Sam Onwuka

To bury our deadWe areThe few survivors leftTo walkBetween the ashes and the crumbling walls. 2Breathe faintly the air they breatheRaspings in air unseenUnheard in quiet placeTell stories Of flavour heardOf scent seen— Tell stories of wasted words in prayerBlinking car lamps in peopled streetsOf street food wrapped in leafs Breathe faintly faintly. 3Lie quiet […]

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Night Exodus — Frank Mkalawile Chipasula

The soft footfalls of those whoVanished in the dark thunderstormsRing towards my dimly-lit roomAdvancing shadows ducking searchlightsTheir voices cracked and broken:A bloody blur fading into night, echoesLeave behind silhouettesOf nightmares, abandoned mutilated hopes, behindThey shower sad, beaten flowers, scarredBroken men, spirits whipped and torturedChains exerting their iron gripOn their necks, stiffling each forming word;The shadow […]

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