Ugo Nkwoala is an entrepreneur by day and a self-taught writer by night with a passion for poetry, short stories, and photography. He holds an MBA from FUTO and divides his time between Lagos and Owerri (in Nigeria).
I I recall your soft lips’ touch on mine its sweet tongue and pleasures given. This I couldn’t resist but relish still as I write this verse I can’t say – “I love you”. II Those fancy words…
Sitting on a wooden shelf uncared for, in a red leather jacket emblazoned “1994”; while at housekeeping she flips its dusty pages, with moving lips but inaudible she read to her fill. “Is that supposed to be me…
If colors come in flowers I’ll choose Hibiscus If Friendship comes in colors I’ll Rainbow If Integrity is a tree I’ll prefer Iroko If Dignity comes in shapes I’ll wish a Circle If Freedom comes in words I’ll…
I did all I couldwith what I was given –my talents, my lyrics. I lived by the codemy creed was real; my gifts evidentI harnessed it – chapter n’ verse; I was here to give lightto Hope, to…