Nwanyiaga Sings the Blues

My pencils ripping through the wet spots on this page. I write my woes in shallow pools, that are Urbanly Decayed.  I can taste the Himalayas, slowly, traverse my lips.  No questions, so I beg, unforesake me like Rahel's hips.  Respectfully...I'm strugglin' to carry alluv this.  ...but, they say no questions so - I write…

Nwanyi Enweghi Nwa

As I lay me down to sleepI pray the Lord my dream he keepsBecause if it should die while I'm awakeFrom the Lord; my soul; I'll take.

Gị na-agụ M

Ifunanya m, my love. Ifunanya m.Gwa m i hụrụ m n'anya, ifunanya m. Bịagharia, my love.Ifunanya m.Ifunanya m, my love.Ifunanya m.