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HOW TO READ MY BODY LANGUAGE
I do not know so much about bodiesBut the chemistry I share with mineis an improper fraction When you see me slouchIt is the silhouette
PLAYING THE GAME OF NUMBERS
More often than not, we are bent on the flamboyance of having a lot of people in our circle meanwhile there is nothing valuable coming
RAPE
Dear Mberede,How is everything with you? Let’s just broker this for judgement. First,It was a tease. A reminder of my carefully crafted work of art.
DYSMENORRHEA
Assuming a scissors stance with legs crossedRegrets drizzled her memoryGazing furtively around the roomShe was lost in thought Wearing an unkempt look and a wrinkled
WHERE I CALL HOME
I grew up in a makeshift hutWhere anger bore holes on our leaky roofHere, we filtered laughter often to weigh its worthUrchins – There were
A LETTER TO MY COUNTRY MAN
You call them WAZOBIA! His tribal marks remind you of how Iya Bisi tore your skin with strokes The aroma sizzles through your nostrilsBrushing your
FANTASY
May 12th, A freaky morning With sunken eyes, in the wee hours Awaken for the umpteenth time to pass water Grasps the mobile phone with
FLAWS AND ALL
If there is one thing I cherish, it would be how your lip trembles when you call me Barbie. The way I watch each letter
DIARY OF A TYPICAL BOY
The longest piece you might read today WHO YOU CALL BOY On days like this, I conclude a boy’s face is an emoji. A million
I WAS HERE
On noons like this – scorching I’m a Venn diagram The subject matter trapped in your stubby fingers Stuck on the tip of your blunt
CHRONOLOGY OF BEING HOME
A SCORE CARD 1.Home is fun. I always pretend.Here, work beckons.One of the reasons I never liked paying a visit. The cozy sitting room with