So why has this current case caused such an uproar? Because a video of it was made? Y do I believe so? 1 Joh.

She replies demurely when I ask who she is as she fumbles in front of the door. My neighbour who was once my lover, and whose heart I shattered in the moans of another. What happened to your sister? I ask, dread creeping upon me. Why have I only now asked the question? The sibling replies, staring at me with eyes with wise eyes.

A time for every purpose under Heaven,. A time to be born, and a time to die,. A time to plant, and a time to pluck that which was planted. A time to tear, and a time to sew,. A time to keep silence, and a time to speak. The date was October 3rd 2003. That was all I remembered. Everything written from this point is as I was told.

Saccharine stories by the creatures that like to amass in my head. Ijeoma will arrive in Ikeduru on a Saturday afternoon. She will stop the taxi to buy bread and yams at the market the way her aunties always did. She will say keep the change to the hawker in a forced Nigerian accent because. Words roll out of her mouth now and collide into each other. After she greets everyone and changes her clothes. Six days after she arrives, Chijioke will come.

Exploring the possibilities and sharing chunks of information you would come to care about. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book.

They come to me ferociously. They tear at my entrails leisurely. Life ebbs from me gradually. It always starts the same way. A bright and sunny day. Going through a long and narrow way. In the middle of the crafty month of May. She came so bright, so sudden. I became so still, so wooden. My love for her could not be hidden. Her beauty flaring, it was golden. Love played me like a string. Using her beauty like a golden ring.

This poem was inspired by someone I had a crush on. I really like it, if I do say so myself. Been down this road before. I carry your voice around with me.