
Salim Yakubu Akko | How My Mother Prays | Poetry
How My Mother Prays in a graveyarddeceased are buriedwith white yards ¬ all with lustrous boxes as we have metalsthat are malleable, ductile and sonorouslike my father’s poetic wordswe still…More
How My Mother Prays in a graveyarddeceased are buriedwith white yards ¬ all with lustrous boxes as we have metalsthat are malleable, ductile and sonorouslike my father’s poetic wordswe still…More