POETRY

I AM THAT LEPER.

I am that leper that drank of the vinegar of isolation, for living became an abomination, as the outskirts of the country was given for accommodation. Alas! the songs in my guts professed alienation in my motherland. I am that leper whose fingers were unevenly chopped by the sword of a treacherous rod shaped bacteria.… Continue reading I AM THAT LEPER.

POETRY

WHEN KNOWLEDGE GIVES YOU NO EDGE.

Photo-Credit: Jonathan Howard Kemp I read books so wellthat I've got a Lotta story to tell.But despite my knowledge's well,Ignorance, I still dispel? Read through her books, Francine Riversmy wealth of knowledge is now a river;I give out books, I'm called a book giver,but all I've practised is just a meagre. Come! see my bookshelf,… Continue reading WHEN KNOWLEDGE GIVES YOU NO EDGE.