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I imagined his heart galloping like a horse's Hooves as he made it to the abattoir And as he accepts the 'inescapability' of his fate Surviving the banality of the world around him I collapse into his arms, soaking he's bosom with snot and tears and saliva I hear him say, "let this one pass me over, lightly like a smooth rock rolling down the hill Down my back, my skin, like a soothing water" Not my will... The only time he distinguished night from day Was the movement of his bowels -in hunger or in purgation I felt like draping him over to myself Like a cloak to be warmed by the warmth of my sin Not my will... If only, he had a way of choosing the manner of his own death, if only... He could make it spectacular and Momentous For there are so many faces jostling to get a glimpse of his thorn. So many bodies pressed together, men and women and children, one of them, he thought, "might be an angel" Not my will... There is so...

#voiceofsepals# Poetry is everything basically, it is a cry begging consolation, it is an itch asking for a scratch, poetry is a necessity. Poetry is the foundation of the universe and everything in it - Emmanuel Anzaku Veralyn Chinenye Let's meet you?  I am Anzaku Emmanuel Allu. I was born and raised in Maiduguri, Borno State before moving to Abuja in 2009. I veered into poetry in 2010. I think what differentiates me from other poets will be how the poetry comes in everything I see, everything I do, like sometimes I unconsciously speak poetry basically the difference between me and other poets is the difficulty I face in trying to hold a normal conversation without using figures of speech. How did your avid interest in poetry develop?  Honestly, poetry just came like my shadow... But unlike my shadow, it follows even into the dark. In essence I just found myself in poetry. I feel it was because at point in my life I had few friends I could talk to concer...