Where to go?

It was raining when I made the sign of the cross over her corpse before shutting the front door, I sprinted out of the compound and turned left towards Glover. The tiny beads of water from heaven hitting every exposed inch of my body and turning my glasses from clarifier of vision to an unnecessary amalgamation of plastic across my face, I took it off my face and tucked it into my jeans pocket. Continue reading →

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Dancing with the Sun

Hi guys,

I’m trying to get slightly more serious with poetry, so I’m having a week long challenge on instagram and here too! where I put up a freshly minted poem each day.
Enjoy today’s entry which was prompted by the return of the sun after seven days of rain in Lagos.