Dele Campbell

these words; Who are they, these unwelcome guests Sneaking past the censor at the whiff of a party and too much rum Or the hint of a spliff, then they come who are they, these crooks these vagabonds Loitering with bad intent in the secret palaces The passages of my heart Waiting by the portal gates to sneak out and have fun  

In this moment Jeanne died at home in Holland a few years ago, and her partner, her elder brother, her two teenage daughters and I all huddled weeping in a hug while waiting for the doctor to come and certify her body. 

A Reunion 

A cautionary tale of courtship 

Two poems, Class Reunion, meeting with an old flame years later, and Shopping List, what every woman thinks about while she fills her shopping trolley (especially in the fruit section) 

Siblings... 

A story of seduction 

Are we what we eat? Suitable reading for anyone who's been on a diet, knows someone who's been on a diet, or will eventually hear of someone who's been on a diet. 

A Political satire on Nigerian societal inequites 

Brief encounter:A post-feminist critique of male insecurities, and a critique of naive notions of gender as a solvent for personal and social alienations.