Love is pretty Hate is ugly Opposite words, yet relational Only a thin line separates love and hate People fall in love People fall out of love People share thoughts, one moment And people are together, yet so distant This is the love-hate affair It’s hard to fall in love, some say. Equally,…
NIGHT —Wole Soyinka, b. 1934, Nigeria Your hand is heavy. Night, upon my brow, I bear no heart mercuric like the clouds, to dare Exacerbation from your subtle plough. Woman as a clam, on the sea’s cresent I saw your jealous eye quench the sea’s Fluorescence, dance on the pulse incessant Of the waves. And…
The price seemed reasonable, location Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived Off premises. Nothing remained But self- confession “Madam, I warned, “I hate a wasted journey- I am African.” Silence. Silenced transmission of Pressurised good – breeding. Voice, when it came Lipstick-coated, long gold-rolled Cigarette- holder pipped. Caught I was foully “HOW DARK?…… I had…
