Chicken soup was all she cooked for me
Pouting her lips adorned with lip gloss
Glossing over the truth with seductive eyes
Twirling around like a winding snake in skirt
Don’t feed off on me!
Breathing pace […]
Reading is like bathing
In the wee hours of the cold harmattan season
You contemplate, should i read this book or not
Then you decide
Like a child undress before a pail of chilled water!
What would it feel […]
I believe there is some thing about this poem that keep people coming back to read over and over again, maybe its the name Ekaette or the perception attached to the name, probably because this picture paints a […]