At a single wave, the waist of a lass would twist like a dancing tree. Her waist bead would dangle and make sounds of an African culture. Her moulded calabash...
Tag - Nigeria
Tonight, we gathered like babes, under the light of the silver crescent. When the day was worn out and the sun, weary from the day’s heat. We sang...
In whispering tones or screaming voices, you are the mouthpiece of the dumb who lost his will to speak aeons ago. In colourful lines and bright images, you...
