The streets are desolate, the city has lost its voice Thatches that once mount the hut now tramples the floor The chirping and howling of birds fade with time Only ruins lies…
Memories, words. The afternoon bleeds out, your steps are amber-colored, brown in the silhouette of your body. I resist the…
I Saxophone, blues, bite, deluge, eyes the color of night. Jazz, pretexts. II Drinking lemonade in the…
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…
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…
Your scent, the paper boat for your child, sunflowers in the cemetery where the final step of the journey transformed into wheels, petals…
I One migrates like the bison, freedom, illusion. Calm life, crisis, resistance. Sunflowers, bursts along the way.…
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