SILENT VOICES (AN ORPHAN’S CRY): Abiola Inioluwa Oluwaseun

Silent Voices (An Orphan’s Cry) I know the feeling that Juvenile felt When deserted beneath an isolated tree, Do you know that feeling? The fear that gripped souls of those down-casted girls Waking up beneath miserable clouds. Do you know that feeling? The one which made me steal a bread from murderers When my stomach… Continue reading SILENT VOICES (AN ORPHAN’S CRY): Abiola Inioluwa Oluwaseun

HUNGRY HAND, RICH MOUTH

hungry hand pleaded pleas went unheeded rich mouth hisses emptying filled dishes hungry hand armed rich mouth harmed body, soul asunder grave claims another! a poem titled *Read the full poeticle here: HUMANITY BEFORE ANY OTHER THING… Written by: KIS

WHAT WILL MY STORY BE?

When they praise him When the streets sing him songs And towers tell his tales What would be my worth? What tale will I tell? What pride shall my progeny possess? Would I say “I know him”? Grey-haired, chewing-stick chewing On a stool, stories spewing “Same class of ’98, I know him” Would my tale… Continue reading WHAT WILL MY STORY BE?