According to the holy bible, when the oxen carrying the ark of God stumbled while being taken to Jerusalem, Uzzah tried to steady the ark. That was a violation of the divine law. He met with instant justice. The Lord killed him! God loved Moses. Why did He not let him see the promised land…
So, 31 lawyers of Northern extraction want to defend the embattled Kyari! Ah tor!! Nigeria is a country of ‘nothing is impossible. but then nothing sensible is happening. If not, the lawyers who are supposedly learned ought to know it’s only lawyers who have been inducted into a US bar that can defend an accused….
Powerful moments at the conclusion of the Gauteng International Book Festival 2023 in Soweto as the Sol Plaatje European Union finalists share their poetry with a full house. Congratulations Abigail George for taking first prize!
I am alone. I stand alone. I achieved it. I am excellent. But poets, what do you believe in? There are days when I am not myself. When I speak terrible Czech. Mouthing, ‘I need you’. The trajectory shifts. I find arrows in my right hand. My sister is not here. I testify my heart…
You’re fog. You’re a psychoanalyst. You’re a cell, a wilderness that knows to formulate the razor sharp reckoning of night feeding, swimming in the abyss of the lake with your tongue of grief and I look to your future and the steps you have taken with tokenism, with certainty. I find this stressful. I have…
We are living in a Renaissance, the African Renaissance. Attachment to the anticipation for the future arises from having high levels of a false construct that is held deeply within our core, where our personality resides, and rooted in our consciousness. Addiction arises from need, the need for freedom. The addict needs love. They get…
Author: Abigail GeorgeGenre: PoetryFind it on Amazon
