VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Chinaka Onyeche

MY FATHER WORE GRIEF AS A GARMENT. Today my father cuts his hair low, he looks older & tired.  i can see it from his eyes,  myriad of life’s untold tales. i am looking through his private diaries locked up & hidden, maybe i will be lucky to see some of good recorded memories  ofContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: John Chinaka Onyeche”


no one was ever meant to sometimes the loneliness will distort even the best  memories beat you down until you  understand that no one  was ever meant to love  you there goes another bottle of scotch soon, you’ll be looking at a bottle of pills and thinking of one of your musical heroes these areContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: J.J Campbell”