HELP ME TELL HIM by Wakchin Nengak

Don’t mind how sires will ask you to keep mute like they did in auntie’s case. Mummy, if you see the civil brute I call ‘Uncle’ tell him of the hymen his itchy-third-leg cracked. Remind him of the naive hearts he dismembered promising sweets to lure their being to his...

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PARADOX OF CHOICE by Morenikeji Oloye

Lara has these hot eyes that melt everything on my inside. She’s got this figure that makes me crave for more of her. Her intellectual ability is so divine, I call it her pride. However, I still don’t think we are meant for each other! Chioma,Oh Chioma! She is a...

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RED RIVER by Efe Ogufere

God, If thou be at all Be a blade Cut through it This cape of injustice Sober indifference Let it flow Blood- Trickle into the earth Threaten to form a rivulet To A mother’s tears, Crystal and iridescent A drop in an ocean of sand Watch it grow Diseased seeds-...

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PARALLEL LINES MYTH by Morenikeji Oloye

“Ada, that boy is not good for you!” Mama Ada lamented. “Aren’t there enough beautiful Hausa maidens for you to make your choice?” Mustapha’s brother interjected. “He’s the one I want, mama.” “Yaya, nagode! I have made my choice already.” Truth be told, if parallel lines had a mind of...

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FOOD MAP by Promise O. Idemudia

As thick as the cloud, In preparation for the descending Of the “egusi”, showing your yellow Gowns of fangs with greenish spots Enriched with the various types Of stocked fish and friends Playing a game of hide and seek. “Santana”, you will never stop, Your pumposity growing over bounds, Resting...

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MY STRENGTH IS IN YOU by Adedokun Seyi

I am my own chariot and warrior Winning battles without collecting enemies’ lots It is queasy If my quiver is full of breathless warriors What sound of gong is sweet for the dance? As you stepdown from the cloudy hilltop Let cavalry full your pocket And your shoes like the...

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SCARS by Mayor Jake

My heart is pegged with scars. Each scar, telling different tales. Beautifully bitter scars looking like gars That are made to live within the dales. I don’t want to tell you the story Of how I got emotionally injured. Though it may sound and look gory, But I’m presently uninjured....

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FALLING….CALLING

I am …….. calling to the father above to look me at altar of peace where my generation become my cross and the innocent blood my sin oh father save me . Lining on the way is a mess I tried to walk but filled with fence I trade all...

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