PinnedChinelo OrjiWhat being Igbo means to me OR Mouth of my father, strength of our right handPhoto by AuthorMay 30, 20221May 30, 20221
Chinelo OrjiPanthera’s LairThe pounce the vigor. For strength and honor. No one calls you to a duel. Your mouth the weapon. A roar that dulls the thunderstorm…Jun 27, 2020Jun 27, 2020
Chinelo OrjiA Bleeding WorldThe earth stood still. And life stopped moving. Shaken in many places. By a germ we cannot see. From bat to wind and glove to mask. To…Apr 19, 2020Apr 19, 2020
Chinelo OrjiSeeking Babylonin babylon you long for the language of home. and her taste on the tongue. so you speak. to yourself. in your sleep. on the phone. to your…Dec 14, 2019Dec 14, 2019
Chinelo OrjiUncovering HomeHome calls out in scrambled voices. Come home, we miss you. Home is where we laugh like scattered dots, dear sister. Home hollers in…Dec 14, 2019Dec 14, 2019
Chinelo OrjiNancy’s EverGreenSnatching buds from greens like grubs. Wild thorns. Sword in soil. The roses fell before they could bloom. Fiery weeds. Black of night…Sep 14, 2019Sep 14, 2019
Chinelo OrjiIroko in the WindThe Afro sits like a crown upon your head. Growing wild and out. Untamed. Unbending. This hair is your cape. The Afro is like an iroko in…Jul 7, 2019Jul 7, 2019