It had become a routine trek lately Borne not for leisure but a cling for survival But with every less pace away...
Melu, Melu, e se e oja o? Me ee! Gbejidokun du o mu k’eiye bo wa komi. Mo toi tee shai yu...
THE GENERAL IN CONFINES As she walked into the little meeting room Which was cobwebbed as though alien from brooms Anxiety overwhelmed...