By the roadside, the aroma from a pot of stew overwhelms the pungent smell of the gutter whose basement offers the picture of two butchers struggling with a ballooned goat—skin the latest victim of searing water. Outside, there is an impatient queue of different bowls sizzling oil in a big pan squeezes the face of helpless bush- meat. A woman, with her jiggling underarms, sends … Continue reading At The CanteenÂ
Image Credit: Leonardo Yip/unsplash Japa—the nudge to leave—had set its tone for long. The teeth of the waiting season were becoming whiter, following the doubt—like a hangover cloud—which dissipated from each email I exchanged with Professor Prochazka, the Chair of the Graduate Board at DALC, Charles University, Prague. “Dear Ndubuisi, many thanks for your proposal. It is interesting and detailed.” That sounded nice, but it … Continue reading Prague, Before it Happened
“I know this path like the story beneath my name,
I know it much like the pulse within my body—
a dance with destiny in a shapeless room full of men.”
In this chapter, we all wear the crown of defeat,
sculpted from reality’s broken hopes.
Love is not a contest to win. It’s all but a losing game.” Continue reading Archaeology Of The Heart
Image Credit: Eric Pat Noudes/unsplash Untold stories lurk around a black boy whom before daybreak, mastered the language of ghosts, whose palm now weighs the weight of forgotten prayers but remains unbroken. How he traced his scars, charted their paths, sketched out answers where the world left him dismayed. Untold stories lurk around a black boy who wear flaws like purple linens—his kind of riches. A boy who seeks not his reflection in mirrors but pieces of wineglass picturing … Continue reading Unbroken
Image credit: Evie.S/unsplash Your aura teaches a boy how to blossom into a flower, how to wear a new form—one as soft as the body of water. This boy, once solid, has become a tender delicacy, yearning for your taste. Once fierce, now still. Once astray, now on track. Say, I detach myself from this lion’s fur to become a dove, to lay in the cradle arms of love, and call you … Continue reading The Aura Of You
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