By Fatihah Quadri Èjìrẹ́, Aráìsokún, ẹdunjobi, Ọmọ ẹdun tí ń ṣeré orí-igi. Ọ̀kan ni mo bèrè, èjì ló wọlé tọ̀ mí wá. You were asleep when you were born, in my hand, your reflection split into two. The men who were hired to forsake your silence brought drums & took...
By Jimoh Abdullah & though I have lived so long in darkness,tonight I climb out of the cave to look upat the moonlit sky that sees me first and smilesGod knows, happiness and the sky long to see melike villagers yearning for the moon to step outTonight I smelt my...