MY PAINS by Ken Mamman
I hear cries everywhere At night I sleep not In the day restless I be I see the homes of me families Turn to shreds Blood suckers everywhere On our...
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CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST 2018 [FEBRUARY] ‘FREEDOM’
Words Rhymes & Rhythm (WRR) is now receiving entries for the February edition of the BRIGITTE POIRSON POETRY CONTEST (BPPC) SEASON IV 2018. Poets from Nigeria, Africa and all over...
BLACK AND WHITE RAINBOW (Episode 1)
My host’s thick voice was smooth in my ears when he spoke through the phone to me 'My other wife will pick you up at the airport.' I swallowed...
AJAYI ADETOLA by Victor Igiri
Your night came as whirlwind sweeping the tides to thorns and misery. For love, you became unioned in a scandal whose hero jailed truth for white lies. Kirikiri unfleshed...
AS I LAY DYING by Thaalith Abubakar Gimba
As parts of my body wither, My bones are eager to desiccate. My eyes rove hither and thither, As though I felt the urge to defecate. I heard death grants...
GRIEF ON PAINTED SHEETS – POETS REACT TO BENUE KILLINGS (FREE BOOK)
We are proud to unveil GRIEF ON PAINTED SHEETS, a collective poetic reaction to the recent Benue massacre in honor of all those who have lost someone dear in the...
TENSIONS by Victor Igiri
... with eyes still offloading yesterday's affliction he sprouts before the cock yawns, robes out flawlessly in multiple sighs, wings swiftly like the eagle though in legs in this unripe...
FLUIDITY IN POETRY: A LECTURE BY MOSOBALAJE M. ABIMBOLA
There are several attributes that a poem must contain, but for the sake of this brief class, we'll be focusing on Fluidity/Fluidness. Like it is called, it literally means 'to...
TRUMP’S ‘SHITHOLE’ by Victor Igiri
Ours is a Landfull of Chameleons, Tigers and Hawks; a wild community of Vipers, and dicers who build us castles of snakes, with cancerous legacies, a trail to blaze by our...
WHEN I AM NO MORE by Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu
When I am no more I will still be like the sting of a bee flesh deep in your mind leaving behind traces of my existence. When I am no...