These lines are so evocative, here is a love that withholds nothing and l literally hear that beautiful, precious alabaster box/life breaking whenever l read these lines.
it falls down, this rain which long echoed in heads slowly growing dark like clouds with remembered cruelties, of uniformed animals who grew horns riding our back and becomes the tumult of marchers flowing as flood down the battered roads of lagos, abuja, port harcourt, benin, jos
