In “The Constituency of Your Lips”, love goes further than romantic attraction; it becomes a search for truth, an attempt to, as the author himself puts it “interrogate that fragile space where love and leadership intersect — where the personal meets the political.”
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THE COUNTRY BREATHES: Announcing the Winners of the 2025 Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize (EOPP)
The winning poems stood out for their exceptional craft, emotional weight, and their ability to capture the complexities of the human and national experience.
SATIRE AND SEED: THE UNENDING BLOOM OF COLONIALISM | A Review of Tares Oburumu’s ‘Flora’s Love Colony’
The poems are an adventure into the vast world of interracial affairs, producing for their immediacy the obsession with cultural integrity and boundary sensibility. This in itself is not the ultimate denunciation of the interference so addressed; rather, it undergirds the multiple thematic tours from personal to societal concerns.
Shortlist Announced: The Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize (EOPP) 2025
We are delighted to unveil the shortlist for the Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize (EOPP) 2025. Following thorough deliberations by the judging panel from a competitive longlist of submissions, ten outstanding...
Longlist Announced: The Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize (EOPP) 2025
We are delighted to announce the longlist for the Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize (EOPP) 2025. Following an overwhelming response from poets across Nigeria and beyond, the judging panel has selected...
EVIDENCE | a poem by Egwuchukwu Faith
She was called a bride
before she was called a girl.
These Simple Salts | a short story by Emmanuel Olabiyi
Mother sits beside me, I do not know where her mind revels. Then she flings herself up, eating air, muttering words. Women amongst the sympathizers had followed her into the kitchen. Where they held her by each arm, retrieving whatever thing was in her right palm.
HANDS | a poem by Emmanuel Olabiyi
Hands reach us. Hands are good things.
The Distance Between Truth and Falsehood | a short story by Imemba Emmanuel Ikechukwu
To be an elder brother is to never be fully prepared of what circumstance would require breaking principles, of what sacrifice you would have to offer in the next waking moment.
STRONGER THAN A THOUSAND SOLDIERS | a poem by Odu Favour Awele
This rock I speak of is my father,
Unbroken, steadfast, like no other.