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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DIBIA’S WALKING WITH SHADOWS DARES TO SYMPATHETICALLY ADDRESS HOMOSEXUALITY IN AFRICA a review by Eugene Yakubu

TITLE: WALKING WITH SHADOWS AUTHOR: JUDE DIBIA GENRE: PROSE FICTION NUMBER OF PAGES: 216 PUBLISHER: Lulu.com DATE OF PUBLICATION: 2016 ISBN: 141161934X (10), 978-1411619340 (13) REVIEWER: Eugene Yakubu Controversial novel by Jude Dibia ‘Walking with Shadows’ emerged at a time when Nigeria was battling with the idea of homosexuality as...

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EPIDERMIS by Efe Ogufere

Beneath your skin, Dark and lovely connubial vials Hold ancient songs buried in liquid deep A serenade in the Serengeti A sunrise on distant hills Shedding light on black and white A myriad of hopes drown in murky waters As my soul holds yours against the tides We are the...

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THE THING WITH INTERPRETERS (an essay by Oludipe Oyin Samuel)

Many things are allowed in the ‘most contemporary’ Nigerian literature, even psycho-imaginative meningioma; proclaim the very art of purposeful nationalist writing— countryside lyricals, activist poems from the contained ghetto-minds— I say the dynamics are vastly enmeshed in the spurring notes of sincere satire and a so self-indicting, predictable sadness, that...

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IF BLACK… by by Lebile Melt Tosin

if the black doesn’t forgive there would be war forever if we don’t forget blood would paste our road if the black don’t believe to build faith admits molestation if they don’t………….. no white would walk alive if the black don’t forget how they hang our fore fathers if we...

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AKONI’BIRIN by Efe Ogufere

She grips with broken lips In the full glare of blackened eyes Clumsy gait of sheltered pain Celebrated as amazing grace She is Oya deep beneath For the sake of little ones bears Furtive glances of kinsmen Whispered songs of hateful friends Scuttlebut sold cheaply in the market square Down...

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DANCE STEPS by Teslim Omipidan

Her hips swayed rhythmically to the tempo of the mystical Bàtá beaten with the hands of antiquity at the village square. Elders nodded in accordance, onlookers cheered in glee while trees incessantly bowed at the command of an ancestral wind to the dancing goddess, Omolewa, the mistress of the brave...

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