The Kolo Kenneth Kadiri Blog

Come, let's take a solemn walk Down the boulevards of purgatory Men linger, half a century of pain Those who crossed at no will of th...

She told me about Chimamanda's book, Americanah that she was reading. The part where the lad traveled to school and left his girl in t...

I can see what the darkness does Say goodbye to who I was For now, a heartless being roams His heart eaten by a beast A beast without a sou...

All my eggs are cast in one The other baskets have shells Rotten eggs don't sink in a basin My heart flows like clear water The hone...

It has been 146 days since the Majlis sent word around about the coming of the darkness. The note had come in scribbled Arabic; passed...

Ibadan The rust-red lake Rivers snake around its banks Scrap, debris, produce all hauled With the pains of men Ibadan Where the sage ...

The overcast be reddened rooftops Partial windbreaks Walls of driedout generations of alga The dominant color is abandoned gray Years...

I have not seen your voice  The canary of dawn's worship  Crackling chuckles for the anger-lion's cow  The slithering h...

Early this month, I was in deep shit - knee deep in depression, and I was really looking forward to getting sme help somewhere, but as no on...

I don't know how many people get to experience a low ebb in life. That moment, when all the good things you have planned for with so muc...