Another child renders grandmas’ poem
An imagination, whose stanzas are dyke of tales,
Now it has swallowed him a line.
‘VINTAGE COLORED DREAMS’, ‘THE TWINS’, ‘THE AIR BEING’ & ‘YET I REMAIN HUMAN’ ’ (four poems by Igbokwe Amarachi)
I wear a mask with dimples that twinkle
and remain, as they say, an optimistic human
‘WHAT TO SAY TO THE BOY THAT ASKS FOR THE REMNANTS OF RAIN’ & ‘METAMORPHOSIS’ (two poems by Salim Yakubu Akko)
and the remnants
of the orphaned rain is lying here
between our ribs, sieving the dust
trying to blur the eye’s of this
night would born.
‘WATER IS ASLEEP’, ‘THE CLOUDS ARE ABSENT’, & ‘PAYBACK’ (three poems by Mai William Bemsii Junior)
Fowls have become dumb
Dogs are now bony
Dust is tick and fleshy