By Marilyn Ossai I sent my soul on a journey A journey in search of the truth To clear my...
Poetry
In the unfolding bowels of each month are contrasting possibilities To reap your dreams, there's a duty to approach each...
I write you a eulogy my dear okpa I call you the queen of all foodsBecause you feed the rich...
Though I stand and stare in rags,With allures of shreds and cramps,Yet in me I see a picture so sweet,An...
