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 […]
Poetry
Ashawo
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 […]
My Mother is a Flower Addicted to Darkness
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 […]
Death Is Not Your Enemy
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 […]
Words to a Lover: For the Days When I’d Seem Powerless
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… […]
Trapped?
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. […]
Love is against You
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, […]
Lost
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 […]
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