My Father
“You’re the leader of tomorrow,” he showers.
With zeal I await tomorrow…
gerontocracy in africa
COMMAS, INSOMNIA AND STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY
Age tells the old to rest because the mind is shedding itself…
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HOW DO WE EVOLVE?
In a continent of Gerontocracy,
Where we dwell on what worked for the ancient,
We fail to ponder on what will work in the future…
Footprints of Our Ancestors
A generation of misunderstood youths
who dared not even dream,
it is therefore little wonder
how far beneath
had we been relegated…
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Sugar Cubes
SUGAR CUBES || Ibiteye Overcomer Ballot boxes are metaphors for sugar cubes: Dazzling, inviting, brides of anthills. Glazed cartons holding frail fragments of truth, justice, sweetness, of anthills. Brazen walls of power that makes their builders vulnerable, or is it the builders that make themselves vulnerable? Could it be that between the petulant layers of