Has your leg the strength to climb high the mountains,Or your hand the power to swim across the ocean.
WEARING MY FATHER’S THOUGHTS ABOUT TRADITION & IGBO CULTURE (an essay by John Chizoba Vincent)
What is happening to Igbo language and cultures and traditional religion? Do we allow it to go into extinction? Do we allow that as a nation? Everywhere is smelling white men, yes, everywhere!
NATIONS CRY (a poem by Ugochukwu Ohadoma)
REMEMBER US THIS WAY (a poem by Emmiasky Ojex)
Another 12-Year old has just been laid to rest with his mother wailings as the day before yesterday, he laid on her chest,
A HOUSE WITHOUT HOME (a poem by Ayeyemi Taofeek)
GRIDLOCKS (a poem by Victor Igiri)
A million days still counting against CHIBOK and here we begin a new census for DAPCHI,
that which chronicles the ruins of dark Centers.
WHILE I STARE (a poem by Emmiasky Ojex)
Guns became our toys, breaking hearts became a thing of joy, corruption became a hobby
and we’ve turned immorality into our Tommy