By Ifunanya Ezeano
Death is what happens after the contents of your mind vanishes. It maybe a prayer or a cry or something
that looks like glee. In this country, most days are prayers steaming on moderate heat, the answers
come in tiny negelectable miracles. Like acnes of success on a face of failure. I have buried my children
before I birth them. This place is a well of vanishing dreams. Hope sweeps in with the wind and follows it
home. Ink, drying in it’s pot. Whichever date you pick, this song is brand new. I have seen joy unfiltered,
though it clears like the sky after the night, slowly turning into an unruly layers of bright darker day. I
didn’t not fail my country, failed me.
Ifunanya Georgia Ezeano is an Igbo, Nigerian writer, poet, and editor. She holds a BSc in Psychology. She has her works published in journals and lit mags in many places. She is the head editor for Writers Space Africa Virtual/Video Poetry. She was the pioneer leader of Poets in Nigeria, at the University of Nigeria Nsukka. She is the current moderator for PIN 10-day poetry. She is the author of the poetry collection; Naked and Thorns & Petals (on Amazon) and she has other unpublished works. She has a Gazelle (Droplets) on the Konya Shamsrumi Review Gazelle series. She is a two-time nominee for the British Loft Prize for flash fiction. She recently received the Sparks Poetry Award honorary mention from Memorial University, Newfoundland, Canada. Tweets @ Nanya_georgia.
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