Dede, boyed to silence, thrashes the earth in mouthed struggle there is so much to
Finally I am awake. I bite my lips, tell myself nobody died.Yesterday four men strangled
The thing in my head tells me I am going to die soon & the
as a kid, maami would wrap my fallen tooth with verses from psalms, mutter prayers
In your sleep, you think your miserable life would finally cease and your age of
light that gives a sense of stillness, not of the grave, but of the kind
i. mother, the blue light harbours me for a while. the distance between razor-clasped fingers
night room. mosquitoes mimicking tones of the funeral. & i force my
Peer through Hubble’s binoculars: the indispensable dot suspended in dust, the harbour of life, giver
Memories, Like the cold ashes of harmattan Slumber upon the mind’s terrace In our silences