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all the men I love are grasses, stubborn
things that grow beyond of time. I take
them to my city and my city, a large
water. One hand against the strand, the
other pushing back the flood. Sometimes
I say swim, say that is the only path
through water & life but the men, they
end inside of me.



Born on a Friday in December, Fatihah Quadri Eniola is a young Nigerian poet whose work has been featured in Torch Literary Arts, Blue Marble Review, The West Trade Review, Agbowo, The Shore Poetry, and elsewhere. She is a nyctophobic gathering experience in law in the University of Ibadan.
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9 Feb 2026

“I’ve never actually visited the pā before,” she said out loud. “Is this where they gather lāʻī to make the pūʻolo?” she asked. “Yes,” Benny responded, glancing to see where Nanea was pointing. “Here and in other places as well. Many of these ti have been growing for decades now.” She paused for a moment. “I think about all the work you guys do, you know, up in those offices, and I think that all of that work actually starts from right here, in the ground, all covered in the earth and the pōhaku and the ti. Most people don’t even know it, but it all starts right here.
sometime in the night, we heard rocking and knocking and rapping and tapping, a million trillion tiny feet
The triangles bred and twisted, replicating themselves.
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