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Poetry

The Secret

Yesterday, Kunle came in, seething and sulking, as if someone died. We prodded, we taunted, but he wouldn’t tell us…
February 22, 2025
Poetry

A Bar of Soap

If a bar of soap could feel of what would it speak? to wake up each day feeling less than…
August 11, 2021
Poetry

Dirty Water

You must remember what it's like washing clothes in a huge basia*; you don't drink it, you don't reuse it…
January 22, 2021