African Literature and Lifestyle in One Pot
Content: The Moon and Her Lover Oh, Thank You Lost Innocence Purpose The Journey The Moon and Her Lover The Moon contemplated him in the dark Unaware of his love for her She bathes him with energy and kissed him with her light As if…
I grew up looking down At my feet Afraid of my eyes And the truths that shine in them. _ Call me a stranger Call me blood and bone It doesn’t matter You killed me either way. _ I tell people I rose in love…
Weight my heart With scale and rock, and black metals Of the blacksmith. (I) When you weight accurately, you would see; Halfway cigarette with no lips to wrap Remnants of cold tea and coke Little salt to dry wet skin, Watermelons, garlic and onions For…
I want to tell you of the girl that lives inside me… You told me to confide in you, as justification for the term we call ourselves; Besties! So here it goes… I am best when I am at my worst. My mind is a…
I’ve left the pain, it’s the sorrow that calls my name. I’ve left mourning, it’s the ones I left behind that keep me from moving. So I write. Perhaps they can hear me from the other side of this sheet. Maybe, just maybe they’ll let…
THE BOY CHILD Who would save the boy child from his hidden pains? What could set him free from societal shackles and chains? Inability to express to the world his emotions, The boy child’s life opposes several wrong notions. Smiling but crying inside Lively…
