i know this eventual
oneness is my grief & i cup my hands around it.
neck-deep – the mire yet yielding and yielding around me.
LETTER TO A STRANGER by Bamas Sinach VicToria
YOU DON’T GIVE UP! (a poem by Samson Iroko)
Has your leg the strength to climb high the mountains,Or your hand the power to swim across the ocean.
A HOUSE WITHOUT HOME (a poem by Ayeyemi Taofeek)
IMPERFECTIONS (a poem by Victor Igiri)
I could be to you like the dew upon the rose; the blade of the grass or as the face of the sword I could be the blisters on your skins or the venom of the black mamba; I am not black I am only human.