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poems by John Chinaka Onyeche

The Sunflower In My Father’s Garden As A Metaphor For The Return Of Our Ancestors.   A Sunflower had sprouted out in my father’s garden in the morning, I showed it to him in the evening while we had walked through the garden. And my father told me that, it was a way of our […]

The Kommersant

by Ella Kanegarian Göktaş “Now because of you I have to read a book, or whatever it is….is it a novel? a story? hmm young lady…I don’t like reading books…takes too much time!” said the Commerce Man without taking off his sunglasses. He noticed my facial expression from his “young lady” and continued talking “So […]

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