A weary soul, thoughts filled with longing, wandering spirits under the moon’s gentle glow, a gathering of hopeful minds, intertwined, united without loneliness, like kinfolk, together, yet untouched by solitude’s sting.   Solitary moonlight, casting away fears, as the lion’s courage ignites strength, nurturing peace within our shared existence. Grant me the serenity that surpasses conflict, for unity’s harmony shall thrive and bloom, even amidst the haze of uncertainty.   Passionate dreams, windows of hope,...

“There’s the concern that regardless of the outcome, the tribunal’s decision could further polarize an already divided society, stoking ethnic and regional tensions…” _______ As the Nigerian Election Tribunal deliberates over the fate of the country’s political leadership, an air of palpable anxiety hangs over the nation. Even in the diaspora –credit to social media and the Internet, where millions of Nigerians who live outside of their motherland followed the February 25, 2023 presidential election. ...

Today is Saturday the tenth day of the month of February twenty twenty-three. It’s morning once again.   And with no witnesses for birth, the morning undoes itself once again: The sun doesn’t disappoint, bright and focused, the air breaks open.   And because it’s Texas, uncertainty’s face is nothing new.   The humidity makes the impulse of love the red wash of the dark room, I can see us clearly.   The air is...

My love, may I ask this pandemic to return to its abode with the thorns of unwelcome gift–spiked red-eyed bouquet of dreads to caress our land. This visitor shouldn’t impose his will on the holder of deeds, stroking the hair of the young, leaving the old panting until their last breath. Maybe you’ll remember — when this is all gone and forgotten, who slipped out from the darkness of night to find your face alone....

How many times must I fall from my toe against your feet Before I count my teeth with my tongue, Mr. Despot? My expectations such as are your countrymen’s respite, How many declining expectations on account of fiat? We winged our dreams in great heights to herald our hopes, We must now jettison all aspirations to accommodate fear, Where freedom has lost all responsibility to bear, Whose aspiration inspires such thuggery, succumb to your dopes?...