Smothering the expiring stench,The failing breath of a dying one. Alloy with powdered roots and barks, my breathSo it does not cease but cling to lifeAs now I fear to die.Buy olonde, strong igbadiTie me down the roots of life.I have come to see you die.Marrow me in earth’s obscurer reachesSo the fossicking fangs of […]
FOR MOTHER Nene …the shadows are overgrownthis afternoon in my heart;the burden of uncertainties assail mewith a feckless ravish- I do not know whether to cry or laugh. Each day saps me dryof the red-green that you gave mein ellipses of hopeto halo my dreams. Mother, the wealof your chalked-hand slaptattoos my soul: your wishthat […]