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This shall not pass/ Poem/ Nemine, Funge-owei Michael

This too shall pass like hymens bruised by dark lonely nights this wealth that we reek of, too, like caterpillars and butterflies this greed that rewards us with white beards and others with immaculate arts of wizardry too, like milky skies and honey clouds But this shall not pass; this silence plaguing once lively rivers this black slicks floating on yellow surfaces this droplets of death revealed in letters Advertisements

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Dry Gin/ Short story/ Nemine, Funge-owei Michael

The pipes leading to my lungs got thinner and rusty. It was difficult to breath, like Kaduna was running out of air—even the sticky and adulterated form. I wanted to quit. Leave this little space. Place my heart on newly plowed fields, sprinkle water and let the sun stitch it. It is what you do to anything broken, everything shredded. After Halimah tore my heart into bits, I wanted another […]

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This damsel of sorek/ poetry/ By Funge-owei Michael Nemine

This damsel of sorek When she passes all that remains are lapses of men once planted in the hills of mambilla contending with ageless pillars. Because she rows doom with this bulky cumulus of weaponry forged from blood and clay; the shape of a full moon. This weaponry, it is even weak and fluffy like blue band flogged with sweet, white granules. Yet, us they conjure and clueless we become […]

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Wayfarer/ poem/ by Funge-owei Michael Nemine

WAYFARER They said he fell in the shores of Agbana1 the runner with no tracks wayfarer they said something left when his shadow turned to miserable memories blown into forcados2 something like scattered happiness. Those things his footsteps painted on our faces, the intermittent drawing back of lips. They said death came on a certain day and all they could salvage was that exhausted shell that lost the gift of […]

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Be Naked/ poetry/ By Nemine Funge-owei Michael

Be naked just like the corners of a polished moon. bounce like rain drops feet on the top of this mahogany. carve holes in your ossicles and let those lips gather men like flood. Toss these underwears. flex this public muscles like Leah’s dark tail. be naked just like the other animals the night might come just. Your breast in calabash genital in dark smoky clays buttocks on sterilized tables […]

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