Adanna Ifem

A Bird is not divided by its nature, it does not apologize for the parts that makes it whole.

A glimpse of the copies for an AI powered trading brand called PredictionGod.

I am of the tribe of reddened oil


though bleached from years


of smoking beneath foreign fire.


i live in the wish that i would learn


to speak by the riverside,


watch the river goddess sing lullabies;


but i wake in oceans of alien condiments,    


the air, vast with influenza.     


Now, my face is a museum


for the spoils of the west.


i am that nnụnụ that does not have a perching place


& with time, the yam dipped in oil is now sausage.


Ifem F. C. Adanna is a stude...

The pain is what makes you into a masterpiece.

An observation of the relationship with the divine being.