The Echoes of Dawn

Waking up to the fiery thunder of nature’s very drum; it’s boom so loud even the earth stands to listen. Ensnared and mesmerised, with the agility of an atilogwu dancer I rotate to the beats. in breathless delight, I dance, I glee, I gyrate. Tapping to its enchanting lore, the experienced step briefly and retreat. … More The Echoes of Dawn

Harmattan Mornings

Now the dry season has come finally the fog has descended. The harmattan has come the season of chilly mornings has begun. In the sky, the sun is standing like a hot plate of custard stuck up there; its once radiant glow is now comparable to the glow of a torchlight with dying batteries. Helpless … More Harmattan Mornings