Warning: Words such as death and dying occur frequently in this piece. An igbo proverb says, that when a man passes by people bearing another man's corpse, it looks as if it is mere wood they carry. These words were entrenched in my subconscious years ago, perhaps, from one of the african writers series. One … Continue reading How my dead clock taught me death and dying.
"Touch me in the heart. Or don't touch me at all. If someone would just leave burning candles along the way, so we don't get lost. So we don't get lost..."-Dike Chukwumerije. I got lost. Not totally, but I did get lost. It was beyond donning a pair of Jeans, Slack top and your … Continue reading TOUCH ME IN THE HEART…OR DONT TOUCH ME AT ALL