It’s almost a year now since that night, when darkness crawled in like an innocent child, when the giant city trembled, quaking the ground across the seven hills of Ìbàdàn— Bódìjà sang a dirge to the ears of all; the neighbourhood chorused the grief in response. At that point, stories […]
By: Bamijoko Favour I trees shed their leaves, a poignant reminder of time’s lonely passage; what was, is no more. II the patter of tiny feet transfigures into the body of a pulsing teenage girl playing hula hoop on a street in Gaza, noon benediction calls, and she […]
By – Onymous wish I was better reading the signs cause damn she takes my breath away so much that I loudly exclaim my lost for words. A part of me says I assume and do too much, other part be noticing your deeds and all your moves Put your […]
By: Nnamdi Ochi It never really goes silent It slips between the gaps, Seeps into the cracks But to occupy the space is unnatural The animals cry The insects chirp and buzz The lazy wind rushes loudly by The light announce themselves with cheers And those who stay awake like […]
By: Samuel Olowolayemo The seeds of our past choice lay barren, on marsh, like the infertile eggs of mother hen. We have turned round the seasons of the year, but they’ve refused to grow, we made the wrong choice. A new chance is bequeathed upon us. Let’s chart a […]
Be it far that I be enthralled to you Your love will I interchange for leaven As chicks despise the hunting raven Will I hate words that from your heart ensue The things I love about you are no more Gone with the spell cast on the eye of […]
By: John ‘Dare Okafor Moonlight tales are tails without bodies, They are fictions that strike no reality. They don’t include tales like ours; Tales of scarlet streets. Green and blue bulbs dance at night, With lips laden with glossy danger, Hips graced with flesh to incite boners, And […]
Akinmoyeje Timileyin i Every night Mother tells the story of a girl on whose lap a continent is tattooed in blood (this girl is my mother). She teaches us to go to vigils To offer prayers to a god(silence) that smokes our voices and puffs them into the night (in […]
By: Chibor James And life, This undulating mess of Victories and sob stories Is made perfect In death. Is death not The reason we want to live? Is death not The reason we want more out of life? The real reason we demand more? Death is not your enemy. If […]
bọ́lárìnwá… for those times, when the radiance of your smile will be tempted to go dim by some notches — when the sun will smile less happily because its favourite reflector seeks respite; those times, when that which you go through will seem too much to hold in your veins… […]
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