On African soil, we danced and played Our skin smeared with mud from the earth Laughter filled the empty space A memory that runs in our veins In pain and strive, our ancestors…
Yesterday evening, we were dressed in quiet grace. We stepped into the evening, hearts steady, yet glowing with something deeper than smiles. Side by side, my son and I, two…
Memories, words. The afternoon bleeds out, your steps are amber-colored, brown in the silhouette of your body. I resist the…
When we are young, Lagos sun on our backs, We chase danfo dreams through noisy streets, Laughing loud like market women at noon. When we are bold, we speak without fear, Our…
I Saxophone, blues, bite, deluge, eyes the color of night. Jazz, pretexts. II Drinking lemonade in the…
Dressed in adore of beauty Mascara and pedicure treated on the soft skin Veiled on the outside with covering of deceit But on the inside is a beast on roam While the world see…
I One migrates like the bison, freedom, illusion. Calm life, crisis, resistance. Sunflowers, bursts along the way.…
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