The night breeze in Jos chirped and croaked with nature’s musical symphony, but Faith could hear neither the crickets nor the bullfrogs over the whispered...
A failure, my image proclaimedOr so I thought.A pout as the display lingered.“It might just be a thought,” she said. Shiny, that’s the right word.Those...
You, black woman,Should capture x-rays ofYour chestAnd let the world gazeUpon the images of your heart.For within you resides a masterpiece–An art that deserves to...