SENTINEL POETRY (ONLINE) #15     FEBRUARY 2004

NNAMDI NDU


WHOM SHALL I TELL?

But whom shall I tell?
Was the question on my mind
I have done close to five miles
On foot, only to return to that
Same old desolated house
Where everything seems breathless
Even the birds in the vicinity
Sing no more on their approach
But whom shall I tell?
I've traced my path backwards
Reenacting in my mind events that
Were occasioned by the recent past
All is in place and none is a dream
But whom shall I tell?
I've studied the signature that
Attested the document
No sign of framing or impostor
All is in place and none is a dream
But whom shall I tell?
I pull my drawer
And hear the first sound
That's not made by me
The rustle of fresh paper
An answer to the question
But whom shall I tell?

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Editorial Note

The Sentinel Valentine
Month Special

Poems

LOLA SHONEYIN
(Guest)
Like A Split Reed At Waterfront
Music-making
Trysexual
You Shall Love Again

JOSEF LESSER
Fragments Of a Letter Washed Ashore

EYITEMI EGWUENU
Chronicles III

NGOZI OBASI AWA
The Bee Hums Again

BARBARA REIHER-MEYERS
Valentine's Day At
The Laundromat

KODI AZUONYE
Entreaty

DURLABH SINGH
Sleep

DIKE OKORO
Cape Town

NGOZI UNIGWE
Beauty Is You

TOLULOPE OGUNLESI
Lorenzo and Maria

NNAMDI NDU
Substance Of My Dream
Whom Shall I Tell?
Remembering Old Times

Interview
NNOROM AZUONYE
My E-Conversation with
LOLA SHONEYIN

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