One of the difficult parts of moving was having to explain to friends and neighbours why we’d no longer be living ‘here’ next year. Saying goodbye and ending friendships you had forged. It was always sad to leave people behind.
‘Left Behind’ & ‘Everywhere, Anywhere’ | two CỌ́N-SCÌÒ art by Grafreaks
So much is said about those who leave, but no one spares a thought for those who are left behind to pick up the pieces of nations broken apart by decades of greed and corruption
In This Poem, I Am Biafra | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Fortune Simeon
This body is Biafra. I want to be Ojukwu. I want to secede this flesh. Let me break out.
THIS LOVE | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ poem by Salami Alimot Temitope
What is this tingling sensation in my stomach? Your name,
hibiscus in my mouth. Your voice, a star in the night
of my body. This love scintillates the orchid of my core.
“The Craft Of Poetry Writing Is Rooted In The Pursuit Of One’s Voice”: A CỌ́N-SCÌÒ Magazine ‘Migration’ Issue Interview with Ayomide Bayowa
The craft of poetry writing is rooted in the pursuit of one’s voice, an elusive element that can be found within oneself, whether it be deep within the vocal cords or buried within the pits of one’s impressions.
Burning Dirt | a short story by Urhuru
“So, you….” Alex stares at his hands “… you don become my padi abi?”
Timi laughs as he walks towards Alex, “Ehen na’’. And they shake hands, in the weird way that guys do.
‘DEATH GAVE BIRTH TO MY FATHER IN THE PARADISE OF LOVE ‘ / ‘MANGROVE GIANT ‘ / ‘MEN IN OUR DUNGEON’ | three poems by Abubakar Auwal
From my mother’s words emerged a girl,
Her hair a cascade on my eyelashes unfurled.
Simultaneously, I am but a line,
In a poem where my mother’s a verse so divine.
‘SYMPHONY OF SOULS’ / ‘WHEN MY BREATH NO LONGER WHISPERS’ / ‘REQUIEM FOR RICHES’ | three poems by Olaseni Kehinde Precious
Tomorrow, I may vanish like the morning mist,
Which gracefully dissipates beneath the caress of sun’s smile
So, when I find my room beneath the earth’s embrace
Do not afflict your eyes with desolate tears
ivoryless corpses litter our lands | a BITL protest poem by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
when shall the stop these haunting hunts
that turns trumpetting to dying grunts?
5 Tips For Mastering the Art of Excellent Poetry: Illustrated with African Poetic Gems
Incorporate these five tips into your poetry writing process to create verses that are not only excellent but also deeply resonant. Learn from the rich heritage of African poetry, and let your words take flight.