I Have Learnt

“to make every verb sting like a bee ” | by Niyi Osundare

Sell-By Date

better I let him now while I still engage the persistent haranguing of marketplace bargaining than to weep for it when the brawl has reclined to a crawl and no one stoops to bargain at my market stall.


Smoke and ash augur loss the night My mother feeds her diary into flame, Sheet by sheet, line by cursive line, And then a wind weaves through, just enough To blow a flame back at her, searing her skin. She hesitates a moment, penitent, then pulls back. Did she let it hurt for one second …

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