One Poem By Liberian Poet, Janetta Marilyn Konah
What could be more impressive than the manner in which Janetta Marilyn Konah manages to condense decades of warm memories into “Memorabilia”? We are delighted to share this lovely poem with you! – Editorial Team Memorabilia In the left cornerof our big family piazza,The rocking…
Adesina Ajala: A Letter To Noroh
Dar(l)ing Noroh, It’s been eons my phone giggled to your fond calls, and for countless nights, I’ve hushed to WhatsApp, to binge on your soothing words only to get my eyes wet again when your D.P. reminded me of wilted wreaths and faded epitaphs. In…
Memories, the clay with which we hold our demons.
On cool evenings like this, when my fingers hurt and my palms get really pale, I crawl into my bed, wrap myself away and listen to Don Williams. Then I wonder why death lets us sip from a glass of fine wine, only to tickle our throats till we spill the wine to its very last droplet.
A Broken Wrung On The Ladder Of Memories
On the ladder of memories, it was not the way the night stretches a blanket of darkness across the sky that endeared it to me. My best friend in the corpersโ lodge; Segun, thought I had cuddled the moon under the canopy of glittering stars…
