sometimes it lies quietly, brooding over the episode of life that hatched you.
THERE’S A GHOST IN THE MIRROR | a poem by Olafisoye-Oragbade Oluwatosin David
a book of me knows me better,
when i become today’s yesterday,
A POEM IS A GESTURE TOWARDS HOME | a poem by Olumide Manuel
a home is either the end of the journey
or all the places I’m coming from.
ubuntu | a poem by Nket Godwin
my matchbox world gives my family light from my moon
for we are soluble in this water of being
GLASS BOOK | a poem by Adereti Ayomide Oluwaseun
I tell stories of death, no! I write stories of resurrection
Stories of a boy straining from ocean depths and a girl fanning ice to flame
A CAREFUL EXALTATION OF THE BODY AS THE PUREST FORM OF ART AND A SIDE NOTE ON BEAUTY | a poem by Taofeek “Aswagaawy” Ayeyemi
Sometimes I go into prostration to worship my body/
God is not that jealous/ He had created man in His own image/
IS THIS BODY STILL A TEMPLE? | a poem by Amoye Favour
To live is to be evil,
You just need to spell it the other way around.
unmask | a poem by Damilola Omotoyinbo
when you get the last piece / of the puzzle / don’t walk alone / search this street for your kind
WHAT BRIGHTON SAYS ON A SUMMER EVE & IF LAGOS KNEW (two poems by S. Su’eddie Vershima Agema)
If Lagos knew, it would change, if only for one moment
to breath in deep in awe of this nativity
Bethlehem slept but Lagos hustles on another sunny day.
And as another placenta gets buried
Eko’s beauty is crafted in the sound of another infant cry.
ÈKÒ (a poem by Jamiu Ahmed)
in this city of crowded histories, where hurrying feet run after
the skyline like a masquerade chasing a lunatic over a pilfered naira note.