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His Counsel
Lad! Remember that no man ought to forgeta child’s tender youth is like tempering of waxapt to receive form – discipline before affectionmix threats with a fair look, manner with wit. A potter fashions his lay when it’s softa sparrow taught to come when… Continue Reading “His Counsel”
A Clergyman’s Prayer
O for wisdom, not possessed,to understand the whims of man –to analyze his mind and heartand then try to control his hand. O for wisdom, not possessed,to cleanse this creature’s thoughts of hate –to make of him a foe of warbefore he makes that… Continue Reading “A Clergyman’s Prayer”
MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (4)
Born Again Papa is born againthis new spirit in him –crinkled eyes, fading skinbald-head, graying side-burnsis dogged. Many thirty-year-olds or even lessare responsive, like Lydia was to Paulthis good news –Money, Power, and Confidencewhich were elusive at tender years. It is difficult and different… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (4)”
MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (3)
Flipping the Script A fortnight,Like his siblings before himMy youngest son will be leaving homeTo lead a life of his cravingMy father, my aunts, my cousinsToo many dear friends are deadI’m on calcium pills to saveMy wasting bones from Osteoporosis –A last-ditch effort to… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (3)”
MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (1)
This week we explore five poems highlighting a crisis older adults go through. A phase when falling health distorts their anatomy or worst a stage some feel they could be happier by making adverse changes in their life, and they feel the urge to… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (1)”
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Lad! Remember that no man ought to forgeta child’s tender youth is like tempering of waxapt to receive form – discipline before affectionmix threats with a fair look, manner with wit. A potter fashions his lay when it’s softa sparrow taught to come when younghot iron by a hammer’s stroke begets formand keeps it forever […]
A PASSAGE FOR NNENNE
4 It was the stuff of a satire, were it not painfully true. Nnenne sat silently on a black-spotted Ankara patterned sofa surrounded by chattering friends and coworkers. She and a handful of friends at Lolo’s urging – her childhood friend and workmate, had gathered at her residence to celebrate a hard-fought promotion greeted with […]
