Rats are cars with four legs and a tail I call loot, Rats are cars…
Browsing: style and rhythm
Dawn is all yours my son to readjust your sail and achieve more than Columbus,…
The poetry in his eyes was fetish and fictitious He wore white on Fridays and…
Watching the fireworks as it blasters tonight, Comes with lots of memories. Memories of the good,…
Memories of rendezvous lie waiting in the bosom of the empress ruling the kingdom joy…
Born out of an interplay between the moon and the sun are waves of which…
Ifunanya, The Queen of my heart Aduke mi Ihunanya You are my Akwa Ugo, You…
Dear Esteemed Readers, A VERY HAPPY AND PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR IS WISHED EACH AND EVERY…
He is the word spread across the papers loosely spread with all the inks and…
I remember a certain glass verse stuffed with colourful hibiscus ravishing and riveting “don’t touch…