Tag Archives: SOLOMON UHIARA

In Wait

You who are in the black pit drowning Letting the salty water take you and your bones under Your soul is trapped in the beyond You scream aloud, foaming your mouth You drain colorful tears and as the swirling dancing … Continue reading

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Ode And The Contraband

Ode Amadi carried with him a queer smile while he leaned lukewarm on the left side door hinge. I had not seen his face for several years, since he went away on a long journey to the city of Onitsha … Continue reading

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Lousy Joints

My granddad dislikes rainfall. Not just it, he dislikes everything that comes with it; the chilly breeze, the mist, everything. He hates the fact that he has to be reminded once more of the leaking roof that never quits dripping … Continue reading

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Milk And Honey – SOLOMON UHIARA

My mind is tinted by vagueness surrendering its will but a vivid sensual orchestra of gentle moaning music Your crispy black body entangles mine, letting the sweet excitement therein linger on On top the roof, the hemisphere of our lovemaking, … Continue reading

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Running To The City

It will be falsely presumed, if rather, I say that she had a certain powerful control over me. It too would mean that I hadn’t much of a choice in the matter. Also, it would definitely mean that I hadn’t … Continue reading

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A Day And Night In The City – SOLOMON UHIARA

There is a little city that sprawls from the eastern horizons of the country. It dwells in middle of fertile greens and blooms in the graceful steps of its countrymen. Look it up in memoirs and journals, it has been … Continue reading

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The Son of Amadihoa: A Forgotten god Lives On – SOLOMON UHIARA

In between the withered sheets of broad leaves laying rampant on the soiled base of papa’s doings, within the heart of the skyscraper we called ‘achara’, there I sat, backing a capsized palm frond which hadn’t for once escaped the … Continue reading

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