Many à nights I haveCut myself open —–I have taken this heart in handCleansed it pure withThe tears of old loversThe ghosts of my dreamsWho have danced on my fleshBruises I cannot hide anymoreMake a mockery of my joy Though nights of mourningHave come and goneThe sunrise always giftsIts promise […]

The rain started with a rush of wind which slashed open the pots sitting at the edge of the hut. Their covers were displaced as if the wind had been without food for days. It had been like this in my village, Nkwerre, for weeks. It was June, the beginning […]