The Kolo Kenneth Kadiri Blog

Abuja, of a flood's nightly welcome Fires up fantasies and washes away sorrows Though cries of men and of babies spring forth thence

Dear Abuja, aren't you in panic like Zaria, Awka? I bring you saltwater shake, warm For while men slept, #Ebola flew by night *Poem w...

Dear Jos, of three scars whipped... I heard, tore into your back again. My darling, who'll save thee?

Oh! How I love you, Abuja;  But there you go, spreading yourself;  Wide open to other men - hustlers

A thousand thoughts stampede my mind If my pen be slain on this field and my pockets bleed Will my king be crowned? Or I be eclipsed?