fractures like worn beads

By Raheema Auwal Panti in the shadow of minarets and church bells,we trace the lines of grief carved by fatherswho never returned,prayers spill from cracked lips, soft as the dustthat covers forgotten graves, politicians drapethemselves in agbada and gele,whispering promises that vanish like smokein the harmattan wind,the mosque and the shrine standlike silent witnesses, while [...]The post fractures like worn beads appeared first on Nigerian NewsDirect.

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