LOVE IS FOR THE EVENING by Yugo Gabriel Egboluche
our grasses aren’t green, the kind of love that grow here need not lay on them our love is upright, we love on our toes under shades of bearded...
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BLAME IT ON THE MONEY by Emmiasky Ojex
Look at our daughters They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers Look at our sons Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green...
WRITING IS NOT FOR LITTLE CHILDREN: A TREATISE BY JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT
Each time I try to do it right, I fail myself. I've tried all I could but I keep getting it wrong. The other day, someone's comment on my wall...
SPANNING YESTERYEARS (a poem by Thaalith Abubakar Gimba)
Despite their slightly flawed chemistry, steadfast, perfected the art of love. The lovebirds shamed disciples of devil, in their duet spanning yesteryears above.
FEAST OF WORDS 2018: WE ARE LOOKING FOR BOOK DONORS
Words Rhymes & Rhythm Publishers invites all book lovers to donate used and new copies of books by Nigerian authors for our Library project which we plan to unveil on...
‘TELLING OUR STORIES’: FEAST OF WORDS 2018 HOLDS DEC 1 IN IBADAN
Words Rhymes & Rhythm Publishers Ltd. is pleased to invite writers, performers, thinkers, artists, book lovers and lovers of literature to the 4th edition of the annual WRR Literary Festival – ‘FEAST...
TRANSFORMING NIGERIA AND ITS POLITY: THE LAW AS AN EFFECTIVE TOOL, an essay by Adedimeji Quayyim Abdul-Hafeez
The major aim of any organized society is the preservation of peace and order. From time immemorial, when anarchy, chaos, confusion and disorder had been the order of the day,...
AJPP 2018 SHORTLIST: WHO WILL WIN ALBERT JUNGERS POETRY PRIZE?
We are pleased to announce the 10-man shortlist of the 2018 edition of the Albert Jungers Poetry Prize (AJPP), awarded to the best poem from the combined top 10 entries...
‘ON A STORMY SHORE’ BY KINSLEY DOMINIC
The waves tossed at me, Trying to tear me up into debris, "What will be will be!" Was all that came to mind amid the crisis. How does one go...
‘I AM POETRY’ BY ALEXANDER A ODUMAN
I am the voice you hear From your sweet love, dear, Which, like a swift, sharp spear, pierces a young deer. I am the segment you use, The brain behind...