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Igbo Kwenu

Intricate scarves piled high on women’s heads. Ankara cloths in every colour decorated with lace, silk, and gold embroidery, draped across their bodies. Blood red beads dangled from their necks and wrists in elegant display. Igbo Kwenu. Men grouped together with feathered caps tilted just so on the crowns of their heads. Elders with long…

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I didn’t feel you move yet I knew you were inside me I didn’t hear you cry yet my ears pierced at the shrill pitch of your voice I didn’t see you smile yet my heart melted at its sight I didn’t hold you in my arms yet my skin tingled at its memory I…

We are the Freedom Fighters

Bia nga, umuaka. Listen to me, and listen well, to times God saw, before you came. God’s own tears were, felt all day. The air so thick, it could be sliced in half, take a piece, put it in your mouth, taste despair, within our nation. All of us, could taste it there. Smell flesh…

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