Holiday in December -Poem 10   I am originally from Nigeria Born in the UK to Nigerian Parents Who met in London in 1960. I am married to a Nigerian But I am British born with Dual Nationality   We went to Nigeria for Xmas…

Tick Tock clock dead No-one checks what the kids watch on TV when on their  own Ring Ring Phone Broken Doesn’t take any time to stare out into space so you can do it as much as you like you will never be late  …

The comfort of fireflies Housed in a brown-glass bottle The fruits of labours spent over A long day of laughter Is soon forgotten, Like the African mask keepsake From a year’s past holiday, In the face of a steaming Bowl of porridge Newly removed from…

The train rides were always fun Going uphill, downhill, and through tunnels Grandma was awesome at minding us all With the youngest in hand and seven in tow The fresh air always hit us as soon as the train would leave It was only a…

Warm glowing crackles from the stone hearth as the circle begins to grow. Murmuring voices gather into lilting laughter and stories of growing old. The davenport is getting seedy from generations of hands and bodies. Oils that have left behind their traces; ghosts of friends…