Crippled Caesure- Nwaoha Chibuzor Anthony

For Zoba   This is the eyes of what makes me who I am. Onyenkem. The gloss on her lips is the tongue of darkness The contour on her face peril the skin  of the silent lessons I fail to unlearn. Before you bring yourself home, remember those quills on the headlines of our pages, those cremated … Continue reading Crippled Caesure- Nwaoha Chibuzor Anthony