A generation which forgets it’s history is bound to repeat it. So please let us…
Browsing: Style and Rhythm
Our Fathers were fishermen so we learnt to fish. Local boys from the riverine swimming…
Paul Oluwafemi David This wasn’t to be told or at least answered by popes and…
Salt of the Earth who everyone seated here came forth through birth but is to…
While painting a portrait of my father as a dead man, I am also cooking…
Time will not behead this head you carry like John the Baptist was raced into…
With despair I cry to my Lord. Are you that far away from me? It…
The adult of this land The youth Greetings . . . My soul sinks…
In the time of old When cutlass was pen And hoe, a noble school material…
When they ask me Who are you? I’m a liar Was my response I lie…