II On the Edge by Okogbule Wonodi
I wait on the shore for the turning tide and for seabirds, mouthful, with shrimps caught on wet marshes. Around me the sands burn, films ...
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August Break By Okogbule Wonodi
After three months of long rains The land is a sodden bed Of dried pond. The tarred roads shine Fine threads of steam to the air. The pla...
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Laments for 'Shola By Okogbule Wonodi
I When the dust came I sought shelter Under a canopy of thick grown palms, I raised my voice, Half-speaking, half-singing, Above the rustl...
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Icheke: IV By Okogbule Wonodi
We fell into the river, splashing the water on the riverweeds; we heard the rushing of water, smelt the offshore farmtime ashes and heard...
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Native By Okogbule Wonodi
Your eyes toe-set, thumb my nerves as you weave your being into frenzy; and your tongue, weaving a song, painting the scenes as I sit...
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