A VERSE THAT IS NOT A POEM FOR DAGGA by OKO OWI OCHO

I wanted to cart psalms from the scripture of my mouth. Write a poem to celebrate this day, but like before, I failed again. So I resort to my escapist style of writing what is neither poetry nor prose. Dagga, I merge you into genres (Is this line a poem? Can’t a single line be … Continue reading A VERSE THAT IS NOT A POEM FOR DAGGA by OKO OWI OCHO

A SEASON OF SUMMER for Dotta Raphels (Words) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

Ah! I woke to discover something strange, see me see trouble oooooo! Someone is growing older…and finer, despite the creasing waves that decorate her forehead and the other aches that cross her soul… You should see this sister of mine, juggling a million things while being a super mum, great sister, friend, worker, wife and … Continue reading A SEASON OF SUMMER for Dotta Raphels (Words) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema