YOBE SCHOOL BOMBING: WHERE IS THE BREATH OF FRESH AIR?
Here is a poem, a question, a cry for and by the dead and the living: A hundred and fifty million noses sniffing the air, Searching for the fragrance that...
WHO IS TO TREAT
[caption id="attachment_11732" align="aligncenter" width="327"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [WHO IS TO TREAT][/caption]Peace exist in pieces, As love exist in theses, "Sacred clerics" Paid in holy nairas, tithe-ly roped around their hungry lips "Holy...
BOMB IN A PARK
[caption id="attachment_11733" align="aligncenter" width="357"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [BOMB IN A PARK][/caption]Hopped into a bus to embark on a journey Sitting close to this aboki man wasn’t funny One or two passengers to...
BLXXK FRIDAY
[caption id="attachment_11065" align="aligncenter" width="352"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Blxxk Friday][/caption]A minute past the hour of one The stage is set He takes a final look at the barrel of his gun, his face...
FOOLS OF THE HOUSE
[caption id="attachment_2777" align="aligncenter" width="436"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Fools Of The House][/caption]Your lips are red and cold My mouth is set and black As we watched the pyres Smoking out the life from...