Ibanujẹ

Ibanujẹ

My name is Ibanujẹ; I used to cower behind the curtains as blows rained like hail on my mother’s frame I am Ibanujẹ, I bear the scars from attempting to stop my father’s rage My pillows have melted from constantly drenching them with my tears My truth hides within me for my lips are sealed […]

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An Open Letter to Biafran Youths

An Open Letter to Biafran Youths

Dear Umunna, The famed words of George Santayana goes “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” It is not an amnesia of history that we are plagued by, despite how starved we were in curricula pedagogy, it would seem that the turbulent history of the country we call home has indeed […]

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