The Market Run
The hawkers balance heavy loads,Along the bumpy, dirt-packed roads.The fabrics shine in bold design,A perfect, energetic line. I buy the...
Read PoemWhite Butterfly
Travelled so far, yet still distant. Bathe in the rain, yet there’s tears. Did everything, yet...
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DAMNED
Evil is calm. All abiding to the spirits of ineffable marveling. No sound of a beating heart. Only confusing words...
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Loud Drums
The beat hits hard right in the chest,To put the neighborhood to test.The rhythm moves into my feet,And dances down...
Read PoemSisters and Brothers
We fought over the smallest things, the remote, the final bite, yet stood like soldiers side by side whenever came...
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Father’s Silence
My father speaks in smaller ways, not always through his voice, but in the doors he held for us, the...
Read PoemGrandmother’s Hands
My grandmother’s hands are stories, creased like pages worn by years, holding prayers beside the window, hiding every child’s fears....
Read PoemThe Family Table
Around the table, stories bloom, between the bread and tea, small moments turn to memories that stay eternally. Someone laughs...
Read PoemHome
Home is not the walls we paint, or lights that softly glow, it lives inside the quiet hearts of people...
Read PoemGrateful
grateful to Agbekẹ in every situation, be grateful, says my grandmother whose hands nurse life as tenderly as her silver-tipped...
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Painted Streets
The murals cover every wall,The vibrant stories of us all.The blues, the reds, the striking green,The most alive I’ve ever...
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