Culture, Poetry

Goodnight Suburbia

Buildings blacken like the sky,         And hovels their roots beneath         The earth, run like fingers to Ghana,         Street skirted by masts, narrowed         Down to fires twinkling like stars,         Broadcasting from windows to         Old Oyo, the cinder of red houses…

Culture, Health, Psychology

Unavowed

Around this unsettled day Desolate as a derelict house, Grows ineffable sadness – Dense like a jungle Whose silence hoots scorn For any intrusion, and Occludes the sunny hands Of a needed interruption ; It is so complacent In its peregrine kingdom, Untamed, friable, and…