The Kolo Kenneth Kadiri Blog

Edegbo was memory Myth with whisper's wings Cupid's prodigal child I bargained for your heart And you dally-ed a rock...

The night was cold. It was not traditional, like all nights – natural and usual. It was already two weeks in to the harmattan, but the he...

Tonight would be full moon Anticipations are high; anxiety lurk in street corners Foot paths are busied all day Though farmsteads receive le...