Poems from Akínrótìmí Eniolá Abel
A little ages ago
In the interior part of an extravagant Temple
A sacred object was as alone as a crow in a field
It moved through the...
My momma taught Me
That no matter how long the journey is
Parents will leave you to your fate
She also told me
That no matter how long the...
What Else Could The Small Me Speak Of The Big Him?
What else could the small me speak of the big him?
When my filthy heart led me to my...
When at last I sat down
My mind was set faraway from home
And my eyelid was full of frown
My ears discards the bird's whispering tone
I set...
How can rainfall make a land dry❓
Or can sunset make a land slippery ❓
How can a bullet kill a gun ❓
Or the other way round❓
Why do body...