“Echefulem”- a poem on remembrance

See full translation below   Poem written in Igbo Ikwadola? Maka mmeme n’abianu? Maka anwuri n’udo na egwuregwu na abianu? Ikwadola? maka otutu efe gi ga aboro oku, maka aka aga akwuru ndi mmuo? nri ndi na amaghu gi ga eri?   Cheta anyasi, cheta mgbede n’ile mmiri ozizo ruru otu ukwu anyi shiri gabiga…

We are home-made

  Picture gotten from-┬áPinterest When we were born, we weren’t told of sisters. We had cracked lips that were dried by the christmas’ harmattans. If asked about fear we pointed at masquerades, sometimes, at our parents but never ourselves. We were used to being indoors, settling our inner fights with communion. You’d barely hear us…

Happy women’s Day

Picture gotten from-Figurative art To be here, to join hands and to murmur what it’s like to feel this way. To feel like a woman that I didn’t choose to be but of the nature that chose me. Here is to all the days and all the nights I stay with me, with womanhood thinking…