• Arson 17-4-2017

    17 April 2017 Arson on the hills Orange tongues frame the horizon Smoke lifts in the wind -Deja vu- We are veterans sound of quick shots In the lugga Three officers patrol the dust that used to be my lawn. A striped hyena calls from the hills In the dry pond at Kuti no frogs […]

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  • Emanuele 12-4-2017

    12 April 1983 A morning of 34 years ago: One day of heat and sun at Kuti Like today. …” I stood to look at him from the door. Off he went in the light of the early morning …His shadow was long on the grass and the sun on his back streaked his hair […]

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