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 longContinue reading “Igbo Kwenu”
Author Archives: Iliana Ike
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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 IContinue reading “Untitled”
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 fleshContinue reading “We are the Freedom Fighters”
Haiku
the sun kisses the waving trees as if for the very first time
Top 5 places to visit after lockdown
When 2020 ended, the world erupted in celebration, as we all thought our living nightmares of restriction, economic downfall, home imprisonment, and fears of death would be wiped out as the clock struck midnight on New Year’s Eve. However, at five months into 2021, we are still waiting for life to regain normality. Yes, weContinue reading “Top 5 places to visit after lockdown”
Haiku
drenched in rain, thankful earth breathed for another day
Haiku
a retiring squirrel scurries up the bark with its latest find
Haiku
a single red rose, a honey-sucking bee meets for the first time
The Bedroom of Love
Before I enter, I could feel it, engulfing me like a duvet on a bitter, winter’s night…from the deep, musky smell of your cologne, a mixture of burnt oak and sweet vanilla notes, that I deeply inhale everytime you are close….from the calming notes of blues and reggae escaping from the stereo on your windowsill,Continue reading “The Bedroom of Love”
Haiku
pitter patter of rain washed all our troubles away
Inside Iliana Ike 