The night is cold, old & grey,
but my thoughts would not let it die.
A tear trickles down my cheeks to water
the stands of joy, withering in my heart.
See, if life is a desert,
every man carries his own oases in his eyes
&chews the dust raised by his feet for survival.
I have seen the branch from which the birds’ songs
fell & broke in pieces, but I may be unable to reach it,
for the sole of my feet are sore from trekking
but this one thing I know for sure; I shall return
from this journey with the head of death on my shoulder.
The poem, "Sugar on wet Sand" by Omodero David, is experimental and daring. The poet is set to take the #poetrycommunity by storm and our fingers are crossed.
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"Along Came Love" by Zubair Hassan Baba, is what we might refer to as brilliant historical fiction. You may smile or sigh but surely, you will fall deeply in love with Zubair's storytelling style at the end of it all.
Read story here: https://eboquills.com/2021/05/01/along-came-love-a-short-story-by-zubair-hassan-baba/
"...I am the voice of reason,
That dance not to the deceitful tone
Of political eloquence and propaganda
I am the voice above religious hypocrisy and sycophancy
Truth is my warrant and change is my cause..."
Who Hears Me? By Etim Bassey Onyam
Read here: https://eboquills.com/2021/04/24/one-poem-by-etim-bassey-onyam/