Quatrains for my Beloved{Inscribed for Aisha Gumi} {I}Turn, Habeebati, and hear once againThe strings of the gwogie singingOf what only your heart could feelAnd what only my eyes could see Turn, Habeebati, and let me [...]
Mar 022011
Richard-Ali
Jan 022011
Far away from Kaduna, the smell of roasting cashews, surfing the morning air, assails the clean-shaven boy featherly. Framed by the barred windows, he looks beyond the walls of the house, far above the trees, [...]