A NIGHT TO REMEMBER by David Owoeye

The evening gets darker As the night approaches The sky was filled with bright colorful stars The moon reminded me of an old night tale And I wonder in amazement What a splendid night befalls mankind With so much pleasant memories Lovers could easily avail themselves this opportune night To...

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GREEN LIBYAN by Victor Igiri

How can the flower blossom when the Garden ebbs in cancer? Who will notice our tears in dark rains to restore? …and whose hands will saviour who dines unsublime? Today is libyans, a tale we tell of Escapees; but to wither a leper in this Ancestry or war- through a...

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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 lands the  lads cry for mama’s breast But mama is gone Gone so far that we see her not Daddy is...

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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 morn But who cares anyway, come rain, come shine, so long he meets the Lord’s demands! Hours later, He wars...

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GARDEN by Ganiyu Mohi Adedare

War. Who again is climbing the walls of war after the death of soldiers? Who will show us how swords and guns turned the dusk to nightly behavior and erased the power of blood shedded on ground that birds could drink and live on. Who shall wake us when the...

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KAYEEFI by Yemi Osadiya

After KAYEEFI was born and bath Her veil was as tattered as a torn net Only a few friending shame vowed partnership. As time crept to welcome stages Her emergence and nature became a star She fights moral at every quarter Riding on the wings of civilization Her Veil peeled...

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WAR by Ganiyu Mohi Adedare

Red-Rider Who again is soaring the walls of war after the death of soldiers? Who will show us how swords and guns turned the dusk to nightly behavior and erased the power of blood shedded on ground that birds could drink and live upon. Who shall wake us when the...

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