Poem: Two Poems ‘What if and Sinking Sun’ By Emmanuel Odinaka
What if What if I told you that; a woman is the coefficient of manthe multiplier of everything given thata woman is a Photo-
Poem:When Hope is a Living Corpse By Philip Peace
But we don’t call deaths premature. death is death:
A boy lying with his mouth open as if to say please
& a girl left on a slab as if to say father
Abraham proceeded the ritual without a lamb.
Poem: Do not take this ones from me & Of Everything You Should Know About Me By Emmanuel Richards
I craved for them. But now I choose to sift these ones from the
ones he took from me.
Do not blame me if I hold them tight. You can call me a mother
who drank fire all alone. Smoke darkens the face of a mother
who hustled children like food & cowries.