My Invented Land

My native soil was created from tiny sparks that clung to grand mother's earthen pot which conjured savoury dishes I've been looking for all my life in vain.

- Robin S Ngangom

My homeland has no boundaries. At Cockcrow one day it found itself inside a country to its west, (on rainy days it dreams looking East when its seditionists fight to liberate it from truth.) My people have disinterred their alphabet, burnt down decrepit libraries in a