Jejely, naim I tanda for my door, dey drink my àgbo I com sight winch man where im dey cry like tata The woman wey im dey always beat dey there dey tell am sorry Read more…

By Ovyay, ago

I was lost.

This is a poem about a visit I made to Ekpoma several years ago during my quest for admission into BENSU. I dropped several kilometres away from the school because I saw a small signpost Read more…

By Ovyay, ago
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