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Welcome to Idanre Haiku Review

          children on the knoll . . .
the wafting smell of
           orange peels

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Welcome to Idanre! on the knoll . . . the wafting smell of peeled oranges
Chicken wings at the altar: A Christmas feast. Discussing the book by Gabriel Awuah Mainoo A childhood like mine is full of weird amusements and fantasies. Experiences, which when remembered in this very early wake of adulthood, surely humours me. One of the fondest memories I have of this childhood is the picture game. A game in which any random picture is either scarified, bespectacled, blackened on one part to resemble the 'devil' or given a bad eye. In fact, we do cut out pictures from wherever we find them, to make what might be called puppets. Reading through the senryu of Gabriel Awuah Mainoo, one definitely will not miss out on the dexterity with which he imbues the verses with sarcasm. The feeling I got is that, like the younger version of myself, Gabriel Awuah Mainoo had successfully cropped out few funny pictures out of the favourite album of Christmas. The aroma of Christmas wings when roasted and placed on the altar, might certainly be compared to a swe