AGBERO by Victor Igiri

With him is one walk to meeting a monster for trademarked with broken shells is the life that gives life to charcoal face(s) and lips upon canvas’ all painted with stitches, and fire laden eyeballs; And with white wrapped wild weed, the patriotic folk in-between fingers or lips that winds...

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MINNA by Thaalith Abubakar Gimba

Known with antique native history, Seldom ranking among the perfunctory. A hospitable home of avid writers, Perusing books with fat chapters. Custodian of all facets of literature, Notably blessed for her diverse culture. Minna, the birthplace of some Teflon, That many eyes gawk at as despicable don. A grand home-phange...

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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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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 your dreams, dreams fractured by crucified Sikiru, ‘SARS’ bound, and your days, five years a slave, and two preys planted...

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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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BENUE BESIEGED by Victor Igiri

Are we humans or Animals? Maybe both, but I may choose the latter for with drought eyes swollen from a marathon tears I wear, and thorned a flesh, can you not behold tearfully? And what joy again to dwell longer with knived ancestry, forever piecized by pasturers who rips fiercely...

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LOOK by Ewuola Damilola Michael

Look, I’m calm, I’m not armed But I have a voice –a very faint voice But please hear me out before I pass out. Look, look again, I am bleeding Bleeding virtues and morality away But I still have conscience–thinning out… Look,through the windows into the streets See how many...

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