This idea that the best pieces of poetry always come from sadness or brokenness or some inner chaos isn't true at all. Because of this wrong ideology, many intentionally put...
Early in the morning, at 4 a.m., what do all men do? One is sleeping with spittle spilling from his mouth's corner. Another is lying in bed; the thoughts of...
Irawo, The star of dawn; The first light that pierces through the veil of darkness; where are you? Irawo, The golden crown on the Sun's head; The soft wind that...
Àwèrò mi, that year, you gave me your heart and I gave you mine. It was an exchange; heart for heart; soul for soul. The day was February 13, a...
