I named myself Adam & you pronouncedyourself Steve; two of god’s greatest anti-heroes. See, we do not even pass to be called abominations – how the devil is..
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after Franny Choi by the time the apocalypse began, my country was burning behind my back.my friends & I were speeding on a highway. the..
Gold flashed from the turning bodies on the upper-deck. Their voices carried to you. They didn’t carry to you when you were on the boat...
i stopped hearing the sound of ghouls whispering through the night. no longer saw dark silhouettes shape-shifting on the walls.do you remember, how I’d rolloverinto the nirvana of..
I enter this poem through the back door. Omnipresent, do you see me? Memory is a bird; how it takes off, we do not know—..
6:05 am. Utako, Abuja. I sit in the lobby of ABC Transport terminal, awaiting departure. On the wall opposite me, a flat-screen TV plays a..
One. Two. Three. I counted the numbers in my head. It usually took Baba eight seconds to resurface from the water and four seconds to..
– Grief is the mother of voyages- Romeo Oriogun & unlaying each layers of loss is rupturing a heart before a door into silhouettes of..
1 March 1, 2020. Kaduna I feel that by writing I am doing what is far necessary than anything else – Virginia Woolf ‘Who am..
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