Dear bold and courageous mighty man of valour, I hope that as you begin to unfold this scroll of honour you would begin to congratulate yourself with a pat on your back. ‘You seff try.’ You have fought the good fight. The years you have spent ploughing the lands that you thought were unfertile have now yielded fruits. We see your works and we applaud … Continue reading A LETTER TO THE WARRIORS OF OUR TIME
Oh, great and mighty know it all! Yeah, we sight you. Of course, we know you want to be seen. And that’s exactly what we would give you. We know our being is not mature enough to discern your great insights. Before we speak it is your permission we need. Oh, great and mighty know it all! Yes yes, we sight you. Of course, we … Continue reading BEFORE A FALL
Pleasant was the birth of the day Until with the hands of men The wrath of the gods was drawn Pain and distress were never known Till the day Obalúayé turned his back on the sons of men The void between man and the gods Yet to be filled, before man grew wings And thought himself equal to the gods The sweet-and-sour pleasure of agony … Continue reading Cutting the Chords
when we came on board, in the upper room of the ship the captain was taking his rest why the sea course was at peace in the odd hours of the devil there aroused an ungodly noise men carrying action without order taking the power that belongs to the captain and telling the ship to sink if she can. upon the hour of this midnight … Continue reading The Godly Captain
Glory days. That’s what I call these memories, the times when we were younger. When everything else in the world never truly mattered, except for the biscuits, sweets and over-sugary drinks we laid our eyes upon. Let’s not forget the games we played as we ran all over the neighbourhood screaming at the top of our lungs for no reason, the huge smiles on our … Continue reading GLORY DAYS
By: Oseghale Lawrence Lost in an untraceable lawn behind a sea bank Is the thought of affection stabbing my prank Broken long ago the spirit of will to love, Back in my recent adventure of what I can’t solve I may call my father to be a man That my courtship may not pay a title of dogma To stand again and show I am … Continue reading Holy Matrimony
Sharonixy How can I put this into words? How can I explain my daily sufferings of this unending feeling of doom? Like something wrong is going to happen if I lose guard, if I get distracted or if I get too overwhelmed. I’ve searched the depths of my heart and searched every corner of my daily life, but I can’t figure out what exactly might … Continue reading Anxiety
By: OSEGHALE LAWRENCE they saw it coming, a flag of hardship humane faces of injustice in their fathers’ land by the installation of warrant chiefs, kingship whose duty favours the white to us fails to understand the history of the pain sweeping the native compound of the grounded daughters of Africa project the defence to protect African men upon malicious usage against the land of … Continue reading Women of Aba 1929 & Other Poems
By: Sharonixy The Burn How comforting it is to know that I’m alive. I can literally feel my eyes bulging and my senses getting sharp as I slurp the wicked magic in this little bottle. No one told me it was this effective, at least my thoughts are flying somewhere I can’t even figure out. I checked the time, it was past 11pm and my … Continue reading Tied to the Bottle
HUMMINGBIRD The designs of the new naira are ugly On what account should I say that? I do not even have the old one You can see my account is empty Ugly newly minted notes I should complain But, who am I? I never had much when it was ancient crumpled notes The noble discussions over the new money and old money? I leave it … Continue reading NEW MONEY OLD MONEY
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