Songs of Anisha
“Slits of Love,”
by Stephen Oladele Solanke
Her eyes
those eyes
slits of love
windows to another world
avenue to becoming constantly loved
can’t refuse
see them always
Her eyes
those eyes
attraction of love
say a thousand unblinking
catching them across the hall
shivers down my spine
nerves become a-tingling
Her eyes
those eyes
trapping me, loved
but perpetually l want to be
seeing, lost and constantly enraptured
in other worlds
untouched and unaffected
“House of Hunger,”
by Barthosa Nkurumeh
(To Olu Oguibe during those years at Nsukka)
WHEN water
Spills, life
Is in circle.
When soup
spills, the stomach
Is empty
Who shall
We Blame?
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