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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ONE NIGERIA by Victor Igiri

(written in absolute dislike for Nigeria’s splitting…) Paint me White, not RED; Green, I beseech thee still and entomb every dark desires that kings your soul. Paint me Green, not Black so I can war with strength these old-new foes that crushes greenness. War? …and laborious a starless Yesterday we...

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AMALGAMATION OF PAINS by Bada Yusuf Amoo

Green and white detribalised our existence Our grumblings are more private than public Alas! Our ears have been listened to dialogues Will writers present a collective opinion? While the nation’s children live together Like children of unknown concubines Fighting for the rights of their mothers Would the writers watch? Men...

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