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 said that if I failed… Continue reading AM I A WITCH? (part 1)
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THE CHILD IS A CLOTHE by Ayoola Olanrewaju
This regalia fades with time The search is a breath in a clothe A breathless clothe is a breed of nakedness And a shame that is ashamed. Edun is biting hard the lime She slights her breasts with a loathe This beggar is hopeless and homeless Now she has twins in her made. What is… Continue reading THE CHILD IS A CLOTHE by Ayoola Olanrewaju
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 well, a well that is… Continue reading MAMA by Ayoola Olanrewaju
YOUR MOTHER’S LOVE by Bamas Sinach VicToria
Gasping for breath… temperature rising… heart thumping Thud! Thud! Faster thud!! Thud!! Thud!!! Conflicting emotions… hazy figures… moving shadows Is that the sky? How come its looks so static, so flat so white? A heart piercing scream… excruciating pain… It’s unbearable, I can’t cope, I can’t do this But tiny hands, tiny feet, innocence, I have… Continue reading YOUR MOTHER’S LOVE by Bamas Sinach VicToria
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; her world. Who’ll stop the… Continue reading THE GROWN UP CHILD
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 has got guts I quivered,… Continue reading MY GRANDFATHER’S SNUFF
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 hope is all we have… Continue reading SON’S SONG SUNG
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 A foe of her fears… Continue reading SPEECHLESS EMOTIONS
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 the sea He was the… Continue reading BORN OF BLOOD
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 name would have been Hajo… Continue reading WERE I …