In the beginning was the word, the word was with those that know the governor and the governor was the word. So, one day a man that knows the word was passing by...
In the beginning was the word, the word was with those that know the governor and the governor was the word. So, one day a man that knows the word was passing by and all but one stopped to prostrate on the road. And that was the beginning of the end...
Morning came; the sun came early, the cold lodged in nostrils, and the ground had swallowed yesterday’s rain, and today, the fear still stands. But shedding in bits, like rain
Onaolapo Sherifat, as the sonorous procession of hymn resonated, smiled and cried. She passed through the walls. She walked through the tent. She looked up; heaven was opened, and the stairs descended and ascended. She searched through hearts and all were clouded from her
EVERY SATURDAY EVENING IN NIGERIA BEFORE A MUTINY
"No policemen came; no siren blared; no gunshots were heard; the silence Osogbo felt was ephemeral, too swift to be recorded.
And it was like that till dusk descended"
"An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity" Dr. Martin Luther King Jr
"An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity" Dr. Martin Luther King Jr
THE ACT OF POETRY
“…because to write a good poetry, you must be able to use common words to explain and portray uncommon things”
"The death of Leo Smart is only a jolt to our scars, to our grief"
"The death of Leo Smart is only a jolt to our scars, to our grief"