NIGHT FALLS SLOWLY LIKE DRY LEAVES

Night falls slowly like dry leaves. The sad wings of darkness lurking beneath the late evening sun- Urgent, brutal, waiting, hoping-descended With it the hunger and want of shelter, I am the homeless still, cast about the streets of Lagos. The howling, the hooting, the barking, rhythms to a tired soul, A company to challenge… Continue reading NIGHT FALLS SLOWLY LIKE DRY LEAVES