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    Prisms: Itanile Issue 9

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    The works featured in the Prism issue have told a variety of truths. In May the Thirtieth, the poet writes, “I come from a place / where we are closest to sunrise”. You, the reader, could argue the veracity of this admittance.

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    Story of the Storyteller is a collection of stories set in modern day Nigeria. It is a book that talks about the essence of LIFE, the pursuit of Happiness, the agony of Failure and the joy of Success. It is a collection of thoughts that the average African is not allowed to think or talk about.
    Over the years, depression in the lives of young adults and adults has drastically increased. Suicide has grown popular, religion has taken over the polity, and culture judges morals. These earth-shattering issues are seldom talked about.

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  • Daisy Tales

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    A collection of short stories I’ve put together over the years.

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ITANILE PUBLICATIONS

The Death of a Man

The Death of a Man My sister can look at a man and see ifthe shadow of his death colours his face.The folds of his wrinkles he earned from the sun,black like his hair, blacker than his teeth—broken,blacker than the hole where he digs for goldfor a man not black like...

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Eleven Forms of Death

the sun will try to walk your body into fired clay as you scribble your emptiness in the pain of a dying dog.   the night turns a name into a soft prayer.   bodies float in streams in search of fear.   silence is also broken by thoughts of men.   you drink your griefs...

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The Growth #Dec2018

     I eased myself gently into the old, brown sofa in the sitting room, my hands on my sore back. My dirty white eyes settled on the aged brown clock hanging obediently on the wall. The seconds hand moved round and round but did not return my stare. It just was not...

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