By Iliya Kambai Dennis

I spent all night in thin darkness,
Wearing a face of distress,
Ashes hovered my hair into a pale of misery.
There, I linger in Shadows of uncertainty
Feeling an unusual sensation.

Then the air turned thin and slim,
I felt gloom looming the vicinity,
It was dark than darkest night,
The thin air breathe a large livid sense,
And my cerebral organ wandered like vagabond.

Shouldn’t the noble birth the lowly
And the lowly birth the noble?
Must all lowly & noble be consanguineous?

Consolidation should rather prelude posterity.
Like a salesman chopping his foot
To prove his stillborn struggle is not a myth,
But was dashed by vehement gluttons.
Greed is the creed of these gluttons.
This greed will one day shape the world
Into the shapeless nature of the mind.

Iliya Kambai Dennis hails from Kaduna state, Nigeria. He is a physics student at the Usman Danfodio University, Sokoto,Nigeria. He loves writing, especially poetry. Several of his poems can be found on African Read.

Road to Emmaus

On this winding road
A shadow is close by me

On this lonesome road
A shadow trails after me

Extending from my heels
East to the Sun’s cradle

And now the sun is setting
Slowly into lurid clouds

Spread behind the ridge
That sends out darkness

A shadow is close by me
On this wandering road

Yet Darkness attracts me
As flames attract a moth

Oh my lord, draw nigh
On this road to Emmaus

The author, Bruce Zondiwe Mbano is a lecturer in the Department of Language and Communication Skills at Chancellor College. He has authored short-stories, plays and poems, some of which have been published in The Fate of Vultures (BBC prize-winning poetry), Heinneman and The Haunting Winds (published by Dzuka). His poem The Viphya won second prize in the 2000 Peer Gynt Literally Award.