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© 2026 NWF Journal · Northern Writers Forum

The sand castle is a sanctuary for my lambent dreams & an enigma of
   Secrets whispered by the dusty wind on icy nights.
Today marks the fourth night I stood on the heart of the Gurara Falls,
   With my mind wandering like a pollen grain into its enchanted smile.
The mountains rise and shake up the pebbles, carving them into the light
   Of hope plotted right in the heavy belly of the aurora borealis.Â
The pines and mahoganies stiffen their backs like the ever strengthened
   Strongholds of God’s mercy. Their branches pay obeisant homage to
Gray-tinted clouds with a veil of rainbow weaving a kind of magic into the
   Fabric of soothing spells. I lift up my eyes and hang them on the light-capped
Twinkling stars. The north blows a trumpet—a soundtrack trends. Melodies are
   Drawn up from the deep wells of the desert. My mind becomes an oasis in the
Midst of a bustling town. Arewa, a beauty forever etched in the polar blue rock paintings
   Of the zenithal hills. As the sun dips into a half graffiti, imaginations escape from chains
Into the asylum of the north’s steady canvas. With the silence broken, paintbrushes
   Swirl to add a gentle gleam to the booming mindscape of the sun.
Igbokwe Roseline is a final year medical student who enjoys creative writing, public speaking and performance poetry. She hails from Igbere in Bende LGA, Abia State. She has works published in different magazines and anthologies across Nigeria and Africa. She is a winner of various writing prizes, too.