Tag: Jonathan Ukah
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My Mother’s Hands
My mother’s hands were made of wool, or of silk that carried moisture like a seed, unlike the white coating…
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My Grandfather’s Hand
My grandfather’s hand was a leaving song;it was cold, like my mother’s kitchenwhen the utensils languished in idleness.Lines ran through…
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Empty Streets
We walk down the streetwith joined hands, twined hearts,staring at the darknessengulfing the closed shutters,shoppers trooping out of shops,mothers shouting…
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The First Day I Saw Freedom Dance
It was a sunny day in June,the first day freedom danced,licking a stick of Vanilla ice cream.She was beautiful like…
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The Journey
I set outbelieving I was going to land in Heaven,that I would pluck plums from the sky.Here, the roses have…
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Worth a Million
I was sitting on the fielddrinking tea on a low stoolwhich I bought at the flea marketthe other day I…