-Umar Farouk Adeiza I neatly aligned my grief inthe pages of yesterday’s paperappointing each headline itsappropriate slot in block style, Silently following tragicbygones entombed in my mind.The earth is not some displaced universalsport,The moon is still 384,400 km away from my house,In the fictitious kingdom, the polished wimp became the somber oppressor. My trade is not with the confusedguardians of tragic histories,Applicants of prove,hangmen on … Continue reading The Newspaper