Ant lives matter too — Brother and sister carry on till they reach a break in the fog where the sun can really influence their skin. A few gangsters and girl-traffickers walk ahead of them insipidly. Of all the commotion at the moment, Joe takes the most notice in a trail of red ants on…

…and neither does ‘yours’ — My life doesn’t exist. There is no such thing. Your life is also fantastical, a fake — it is a falsity. It’s one way to see, this view resulted from society. Sounds like madness! Of course, I haven’t explained myself. Let me explain… Life belongs to no one; it cannot…

Just trade a wide face for a wide rear end… — “So, how many girls did you see kidnapped?” she says. “Wait, wait. You act like I was the one doing the kidnapping. I didn’t have no part of that. Damn, why’s it so damn hot?” “Maybe if you didn’t wear those turtlenecks all the time — Anyway, I just assumed…

a poem in delirium — Delirium so sweet, you can taste it Face me — face me Time and place me Power a surcharge on my delinquent lips From swollen breasts to phallic tips Extolled! — nature’s sweet nectar But if rolled, I’m rolling toward Punctured the die — white out on all sides And I’ll write my name on — And reach out hands…

What it reveals about U.S. society — The story of Nigeria in America’s ancestry… As you might be aware, the “craze” of DNA testing has swept the globe. Organizations like Ancestry and 23andMe have been on the receiving end of millions of spit samples for a time now. I sent mine in, you can believe it. One of the most interesting parts of doing…

This is the spell I chant… — The Call Jump full-body into the sea Come dumb and jump with me Take a risk, my friend, for now If it’s to be omniscient, how? But you can hide, I won’t give up Your place; the pace is like that Satan From high I fell — though I promise — To catch you for a spell; that’s…

“Come out of your madness and play” — The scariest thing about the other side is not knowing what’s there… Pulling up to a corner, Neboh questioned whether to turn. “Should I—” Ah, too late. He bumped the sharp edge with an elbow. The bone banged, but didn’t hurt this time (surprisingly). Around the corner was a vast…

welcome to my sea… — In a sea of disorder, remember to breathe Upon the waves I stand, arm in hand — Hand again Rustling by what little maggots plot as they turn into flies Taciturn snitches in the night A metamorphic sight to broom the witches Pitch as dark, lamps of day A modest opener I should say…