AM I A WITCH? (part 1)

It is very important for me to know the answer to the question “Am I a witch?”. Many people have accused me of a craft I only see in films that they call Nollywood. I am now locked up in a dark room filled with mosquitoes because of it. They...

Continue reading

MAMA by Ayoola Olanrewaju

Mama Selfless has painted your life We caught you red handed in love And our lives has drowned in the blessing Your denials are our true existence. You despised fortune and pleasure You refused a house for our built You never held back the rod and comfort You are a...

Continue reading

THE GROWN UP CHILD

Is she still that naive? She’s still inexperienced? Does she know what she crave? I think she must be fenced. Who’ll stop this grown up child? She’s blindly going wild. Is her crude oil used up? That she drains in cup… Her children’s sweat and blood. To fuel her lamp;...

Continue reading

MY GRANDFATHER’S SNUFF

My Grandfather’s Snuff Black is the stuff Travelling concoction he use to puff I sat imagining the science that he’s got My curiosity, the innocence as my eye sought My grandfather’s snuff I brace myself to adventure Like Eve my hands I tried its texture But my stick finger too...

Continue reading

SON’S SONG SUNG

It’s all so wrong Condemnation of the mind So I’m scribbling this letter To make it all better These words might sound sad Like goodbye forever But they‘re only meant to bring you blessings Think of me from now wherever you are Don’t cry, but laugh in hope, son, ‘Cause...

Continue reading

SPEECHLESS EMOTIONS

Smiles dance in radiance Yet betray trueness of happiness Of dental symmetry Her worries are so unbalanced Needless do the vibrancy of eyes Bear hope of a bright future Yet configured in scares of divides Divide of scares inflated Yet again, by another “he-goat” That trust was bestowed from Adam...

Continue reading

BORN OF BLOOD

“The pill did not work Afraid am I Can’t carry this child Clear this Lest we meet our doom” Numbness cut into his heart Lust had stolen his conscience “Sister, we can sin no more To kill human” Words boiled in tears His walk started in the park Ended in...

Continue reading

WERE I …

Were I from Igbira land, I would have named my daughter Ohunene, If I had walked the land of the rising sun, Her name would have been Ijeoma Were I from the abode of the Nupes, My daughter would have been Kande. If I had hailed from the Fulanis, Her...

Continue reading