Poems from John Kalu
Growing up my Grandmother would always tell me stories about our Nigerian independence, even when I was not interested she would always...
This is actually a snippet dropping the full one tommorow
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still confused i stood i could no longer bear the noise inside. and so...
My native land was filled with the clinging sounds of gongs and Loud beats of drums
That draws both the young and old to a common place of...
The white is better than the black
The white shines brighter than the black that never beams.
That voice. That voice of a random stranger...
When I hear the bird chirp I know there is life.
When I see the stars shine I know there is hope, and when I see the trees moving at the...