She had carried Achieni in her palms when she was born, the size of a small dehusked coconut, premature. She knew then looking at her tiny eyelids, nose and mouth that she would love her. That something good had come out from her, from the evil that went into her.
She knew then looking at her tiny eyelids, nose and mouth that she would love her. That something good had come out from her, from the evil that went into her.
I am a retired warlord and so I want to marry your....
There is a sense of homeliness about this place. A sense of simplicity. You get the sense that there are returnees here. Young and old. Some would have spent time in foreign lands but had.....
A sharp tongued doctor, file in hand, reeled out all the risk factors associated with a caesarean such that there was a one in hundred chance of....
Loch Lomond is no ordinary place. Large parts of the high altitude road back to the city is surrounded by picturesque mountain capes, deep forests with lush trees, bewitching twigs and beguiling branches
In carrying my child, thoughts and reflections
My name is Ogbenta Ugboelu. I am a freedom fighter....
I must then find my way in the new precious journey. I must find the balance between the old and the new ways. I must learn of fidget spinners.....
Rhadamanthine I hear you whisper Handing out time like cakes well slivered From whose perspective is time too heavy Crime so grave the hangman's not so crazy Victim's corner still shudders at the temerity The guilty in the dock feels it's an eternity The gallery fist pumps up above in unity Justice slow cooked seen… Continue reading Poem: The Rhadamantine Judge
Ogenna Ojukwu 