A poem by Ali Baba Yakubu   And the girl came near my car window Looking charming; smiling like a widowI smiled back at her holding back my tearsIn a controlled rage I told God all my fearsI reached into my pocket to buy her wares. I do not need themContinue Reading

A Poem by Ali Baba Yakubu And then the bloodletting continues without any end in sightThe children's blood mixes with the soil and the mother took to frightWhat a shame once more twice as we slaughter our kindWhat a shame once more twice as we threw care to the windFor,Continue Reading