Joshua Nnachi Biography

I looked with blinding eyes at a white flower wilting
Then I remembered your name dying on my lips.

These tiny droplets of salty rain remind me I have been a dry land;
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You might have no food
Money
Clothes
Houses...
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Again, these moments haunt me
A solemn smell of weedy sin
Smoking with forgiveness, and petulance.
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A deathless seedling
Sprouting from the womb of Earth:
The sun will spot you.
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Mother:
A golden ray of sunness;
In you I see seven thousand reasons to live.
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