I toil night and day leaving no room for rest; For I thought to myself, ‘Rest is for those whom idleness have impressed’. So I turned an owl at night and a jaguar during the day But who gets to enjoy the toils? When hours of labour take its toils? Foolish me! I have fancy… Continue reading FOOLISH ME! by Dominic Ayegba Okoliko
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DEATH IS BEAUTIFUL by Ijalusi Oluwatola Samuel
O Death, I salute you the pliable merciful herald who ushers one out and in, transiting between life and death. Seen as the end but negate breaking bodies down to become building blocks. Aches and agonies are prices being paid for life, Death is learned as it is the calm void. Life slashes are interminable… Continue reading DEATH IS BEAUTIFUL by Ijalusi Oluwatola Samuel
WHAT IS LIFE by Ikirigo Sokari Jeremiah
What is life But a scary dream Full of troubles and strife That can make one scream to wake What is life But a moment of existence Dreaming while awake Bondage and freedom What is life But a period of boom and gloom Certainties and uncertainties Darkness and light What is life But a period… Continue reading WHAT IS LIFE by Ikirigo Sokari Jeremiah
IT’S NOT OUR TIME, BUT WE ARE HERE ALREADY! by Kujembola Oluwaseun
We didn’t beg to be conceived Neither did we beg mother to nourish her breast with milk for us We didn’t beg to be conceived Yet we came, still weepin
LIFE. A SHIT HOLE?: Kachi Idowu
SAND IN MY SHOES by Bamas Sinach VicToria
I ran with a zealess zest from the point of my failures in a race that should have been victorious because of the sand in my shoes I walked with a heavy heart from the presence that I know now to a future that I know not because of the sand in my shoes I… Continue reading SAND IN MY SHOES by Bamas Sinach VicToria
HERE I AM NOW: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
in due time, it will cum keep planting, it will come suck determination’s nipple surely, it’ll cum, with firm ripple i’ve crawled before eaten meals off the floor licked clean men’s dusty boots borne the weight of bloody brutes …here i am now!
ECHOES FROM THE GRAVE: Olusegun Governor Lawal
Listen gently my lovely flower For I deem it fit to wither through the time. Silencing the voice of the voiceless Should you grow to a mighty tree The advice like a locust bean Smells awful but sweet in vegetable. Master the art of love from the old and young. Should you live to be… Continue reading ECHOES FROM THE GRAVE: Olusegun Governor Lawal
TABLET OF TRUTH: Benjamin Elemide
TABLET OF TRUTH (Letter to my sister) Oyinlola, Money can never worth the sweetness of honey Neither can volume of sweat determine income. Honey, indeed is honour, in truth, dignity; Its sweetness subjects tongues to temporal lust, Its scarcity pockets minds with intense desires: Guard yours jealously, you won’t regret you do. Oyinlola, Time comes… Continue reading TABLET OF TRUTH: Benjamin Elemide
SIX FEET ABOVE
Will it rain soon? Did the trumpet sound? Will those flower bloom? Did the contract stand? From six feet below the ground Surely, those questions are not grand Days ago they would; When above she stood She didn’t live while she was bloke Or dream while she’ll wake Now,ever dreaming with no hope Dancing on… Continue reading SIX FEET ABOVE