AGBEKE by Tosin Rock

Agbeke, thinking of past times i cannot but venerate you, my faithful friend you have shared with me memories of times good and of bad times every moment with you is bliss. regardless of my blunders, of which i always tell her, she is yet to refuse me, her love...

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PARALLEL LINES MYTH by Morenikeji Oloye

“Ada, that boy is not good for you!” Mama Ada lamented. “Aren’t there enough beautiful Hausa maidens for you to make your choice?” Mustapha’s brother interjected. “He’s the one I want, mama.” “Yaya, nagode! I have made my choice already.” Truth be told, if parallel lines had a mind of...

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MY STRENGTH IS IN YOU by Adedokun Seyi

I am my own chariot and warrior Winning battles without collecting enemies’ lots It is queasy If my quiver is full of breathless warriors What sound of gong is sweet for the dance? As you stepdown from the cloudy hilltop Let cavalry full your pocket And your shoes like the...

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MY DIRTY DAY DREAMS by Ademigbuji Aishat

Hello future husband. I saw you in my dreams to day. Not night dreams though. In my dreams, you are an artist. A are painter/ photographer. We somewhere and we got talking. You were scared…so was I. you gave me one of your paintings, the look on your face suggested...

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THE CUP by Kingsley U. Ayistar

Drink! Drink of the bridal juice That soothes the thirst of bachelorhood Sway! To the drumbeat of matrimony, To the dynamics of love That angels will never know… Put on the ‘natif’ of fatherhood And brace the tree of family… for Age tastes better with a good wife The favor...

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GONE by Ken Mamman

A heart is a home a home of all the care you have in you all the understanding a heart is you you are a heart free it came like a birth shattered it went like the tortise mashed and therted trempled upon non stop today it gives only hate...

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ÀSHÀKÉ by Omotayo Awoyemi

Ashake, The day I wrote you a song, I broke my throat. I penned it on my cornea, But a flood of brine it became, When life ’Hi’ed’ me with hurt, And fluxed away with my pains. Nevertheless, I have the rhythm In my systole, and diastole. I pray you’ll...

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