Glissade

Despite Nigeria’s rich oral traditions, I daresay that the culture of producing albums in the spoken word genre remains underdeveloped.

After the ambush you still hear whispers of his songs

Had I become a roaming syringe deployed by the federal government to inject pregnancies?

  & though I have lived so long in darkness, tonight I climb out of the cave to look up at the moonlit sky that sees me first and smiles God knows, happiness and the sky long to see me like villagers yearning for the moon to step out Tonight I smelt my aches, shapeshift …

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