Life Cycle of a Girl 

Written By: Jamiu Ahmed For God so love a girl, he named her Rose… Rose is a sanguine bud — the rudiment of tomorrow’s Queen-flower — a fruit-bearer en-wombed by series of onion layers. The garden is a home — the reflection of a graveyard…


Come Watch Me, Dance Naked 

Jaachi, I am the tree which died in the seedlings you refused to tend. I am a memory you cannot drown in a keg of palm-wine, for like a feather, I will float upon the rivers of your thoughts till you recall and regret the night when you abandoned a broken flute at the village square, for I am that flute and wholeness found me in the hands of a drummer boy who lost his drumsticks.