~ As our blacknesses mourn;
Dethroned by the 'Redorabilias'.
Some bloods remain black,
And some hearts and undergarments too.
Many true colours are red-washed,
And pretense -red-hot pretense- sends her 'love' From the unmarked mass graves of Sambisa,
From the sprawling solitary savannahs of Cameroon,
From the deepest mires of Southern…
