“In this volume, Bill F. Ndi is a poet aware of and concerned
about the current socio-political psychosis thriving around him,
blemishing, choking, and drowning a once-upon-a time beacon turned into a
madhouse. Ndi’s frustrations are felt in his satiric wit, his luminous
erudition savored in the beauty of his style which regurgitates past
events and with the present tide, weaves them into an admonishing whole
inspired by a disturbing premonition about the blind leading the blind
in an otherwise near idyllic abode.”
