Ifi Amadiume Nigeria Poetry

Iva Valley by Ifi Amadiume

Man of my mother’s people, in your hair of cotton wool, I counted strands of wisdom untold. In your eyes luminous, I …

Bitter by Ifi Amadiume

If you were to squeeze me and wash, squeeze me and wash, squeeze and wash me, and I foam, again and again, like bitte…

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