EVENING RETROSPECTIONS

Spent the evening of yesterday,under the sunset;and on the roads we walked,recalling memories.Memories dressed like kids,who knew they could die any moment.Memories of how we played,under the moon light,even as I stroked your hair,It's really long, you know?The hair, I mean;And then I told you stories.Some fake, most real;and you'd laugh,and tell me how lucky …

KISS

THE POET: MEKA WRIGHTS So, today a poem from a poet that has been here before. Meka Wrights is an Abuja based writer and poet with magic fingers that demystifies love at all levels, he is an avid reader and a believer of God. KISS A mere touch with the lips, or press the lips …