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.
17 hours ago
Our #MCM for the week is Saddiq Dzukogi @SaddiqDzukogi. His collection of poems, “Your Crib, My Qibla”, has earned rave reviews since its recent publication.
Award-winning poet, Ilya Kaminsky, describes it as a “stunning, memorable book”!
You had your voice,
yet silence was your outburst ..."
In this #poem, Ojo Emmanuel writes about loss, grief, and the long painful journey to healing. It is a sad, sensational poem & worth the #read.
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Creativity and simplicity cohabiting in one literary piece, quite a rarity these days!
We loved this story, @ewoe_nam
We still do 👏🏾👏🏾
I am happy to announce that my story has found a home with @eboquills🥳 https://eboquills.com/2021/02/23/brach-and-ara-a-short-story-by-ghanaian-writer-ewoenam-kukah/
Kindly read, comment and share☺️😘.