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… […]
looking back to the days when they came just like thieves at night with our eyes widely open; looking like unwary strangers in our land. they brought peace, as they claimed, accompanied with truths and lies we thought it was a blessing; we thought our fears would be conquered. […]
Arewa, Why are you so unfortunate? That every man promised To be the crown of your head But they all ended up playing you Arewa, I heard about Adisa The accursed man that crushed your heart He broke your heart and sold your soul Why are you so unfortunate? Arewa, […]
The glory of the former Is soon surpassing the latter The days of sound drills Are remembered with no thrills What lie only are tales of days of old When education was like gold When the institution, though not at its best Strove to produce the best Laxity has seized […]
