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The Poetry Blog Of Leonard Epidi

​weekends come without  brakes and monday crashes into suits into dawn into car stereos skipping radio lagos and go slows slower than slow pokes  while pot holes, like government  wait to shake what little fat our starched shirts  hide

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​well there's something on my mind  and i think it's about time  that i talk about the mothafucker  that they call you. see the you you think you know  might not be you you show and the you you think... Continue Reading →

africa, our spirit, our sound, our colour 

​but my spirit is africa strong, like papa's kai kai  yet mild like palm wine on the tongue.  africa, my sound too like bata, talking drum and bata feet adorns to kiss my motherland. so when oyinbo asks  what colour... Continue Reading →

senses

    i the taye and kehinde of eye blink blind when they see you    ii and noses know no length like pinnochio  when they lie by your  side.    iii for skin pores moan in braille as they... Continue Reading →

but my love is a goat for mine heart she chews  like grass and all her stomachs tire not  of me. word she will not hear leave. she will come near and as her fingers  race across my bia bia ... Continue Reading →

fowoshere

is me and you  when we spend  money, time anyhow instead of saving some of that shit. and we can only laugh when like amala,  naira goes down  our throat death, our poor excuse and the lack of banks when... Continue Reading →

social media lova

one as you,  sexybabe21_ i  have not seen before. butterflies fly when  you tag me to  memes and when  you  like my posts my heart double taps.  online, you make me  lmao like lasisi  you craze me like dr high... Continue Reading →

superglue remix 

​remember  when  beat is what i used to beat  for you - sarz had nothing on this heart you remember  shey?  here is a remix to tell you  say the music of our love  never finish superglue. me and you.... Continue Reading →

danfo

i am the sound  of past busstops dripping  like saliva from the mouth of conductors  i am yellow and black like ibo, yooba and hausa skin that ride in my belly i am rusty, rattlying metal living with the tears... Continue Reading →

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