SHORT STORY: DRY THIS TEARS BY MARY JANE CHIAMAKA .A. OKORO
One day, he spoke. He had called you nne, as he watched them do what they did to you, he was in the arms of another woman, Mazi Uzundu’s wife, who pretended to be touched by the situation.
POEM: E GO BETTER BY SALAWU OLAJIDE
I wan waka for dis country, but dis big
hole wey dey for road dey drag my leg; I no fit move.
Today my throat just dry, but tap no work,
wetin work for this land sef?