A VIEW OF FEMINISM: PLUMCOT

  PLUMCOTS It is parentageThat engraves my names on the pillarIt was not the amount of caloriesNor was it the number of ribsLike Eve in the gardenIf the fruit had the supposed knowledge Then who knew firstsLike Adam, if his rib was takenThen where was the ribI felt I had more caloriesBecause I am more […]

FATE OF WOMEN – THE FOUR BROKEN MIRRORS (TALES)

THE FOUR BROKEN MIRRORS (TALES)     THE GOLDEN MIRROR I was once beautiful, perfectly sculpted with gold clothing My face clearer than the springs, smiles radiated from me She greeted me naked, clothed, happy and I in turn showed her perfection She was fulfilled and safe as was i, hidden from the faces of […]

OSCILLATION

Who can tell me where Maria is? At the cold end of Ikogosi spring I looked at the flow of this cold spring I thought Maria sitting by the side of this cold spring But this cold end of my Ikogosi Became an ocean current It was an endless search in My pacific ocean I […]