In his heart-racing novel, The Lost Symbol, Dan Brown wrote and maintained that: “the secret is how to die”. And now, I must tell you
Name of Book: Cat EyesNumber of Pages: 180Author: Pever XPublisher: SevhageRelease Date: November 2013 BBR: How have you gone till this point of being published?Pever
What does Achebe think or what was he thinking when and while he wrote many of his works that pointed at the then Nigeria’s messy
BBR – What inspired you to write this book?Kingsley – At the time I was writing mostly flash fiction pieces that revolved around several socio-cultural
When we shall stand,shoulder to shoulderto measure time in retospectand view tracks stainedwith our soles.We will know whose songto sing. When we shall stoopon the
Dried skin,cracking like rusty hinges;crying in subdued protest,against the tyranny of thesun. Parched earth-contracting before theharsh hamattan haze-her pores,petition redemptionfrom the sky’s wet part. …my
Distant souls we areconnected by sight, shadows of different coloursthat is our flag’s stigma. Like the flesh and the grave;spittle and bloodour understanding are strangers,
WAIT Wait like the eventidePraying on the mat of darkness The moon will come tonightOnly if this love is real Wait my loveFor the promise
The crowd ahead filled him with curiosity. Chains of thoughts formed in his mind. What could be the cause of the gathering? The political climate
In his heart-racing novel, The Lost Symbol, Dan Brown wrote and maintained that: “the secret is how to die”. And now, I must tell you
Name of Book: Cat EyesNumber of Pages: 180Author: Pever XPublisher: SevhageRelease Date: November 2013 BBR: How have you gone till this point of being published?Pever
What does Achebe think or what was he thinking when and while he wrote many of his works that pointed at the then Nigeria’s messy
BBR – What inspired you to write this book?Kingsley – At the time I was writing mostly flash fiction pieces that revolved around several socio-cultural
When we shall stand,shoulder to shoulderto measure time in retospectand view tracks stainedwith our soles.We will know whose songto sing. When we shall stoopon the
Dried skin,cracking like rusty hinges;crying in subdued protest,against the tyranny of thesun. Parched earth-contracting before theharsh hamattan haze-her pores,petition redemptionfrom the sky’s wet part. …my
Distant souls we areconnected by sight, shadows of different coloursthat is our flag’s stigma. Like the flesh and the grave;spittle and bloodour understanding are strangers,
WAIT Wait like the eventidePraying on the mat of darkness The moon will come tonightOnly if this love is real Wait my loveFor the promise
The crowd ahead filled him with curiosity. Chains of thoughts formed in his mind. What could be the cause of the gathering? The political climate
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