WHEN THE GODS WRESTLE

When gods wrestle The sky rumbles in vain And the clouds struggle in pain To give us just a little rain When gods wrestle The land is parched Crops die, trodden, as men march And their children starve When gods wrestle The affairs of men die The land breaks Its...

Continue reading

BABEL OF gODS

In friendly hatred, tongues of blazing arrows rain down rounded words that sink into fleshy bones hitting the chord of our souls. Propelled by sweet revenge, We rebuild the tower of Babel And touch the heart of God. Written by: Andrew Yakubu Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson Related articles Echoes...

Continue reading

RAINS

The clouds are too busyweeping to see that we aresoaked to our ragged pantsand our genitals have retractedinto their shells, like irked snails.Whose lips shall then mouth the needed protest, being already busy with mournful mumblings? Of which shall I tell you,now that you bother to inquireabout these endless rains;...

Continue reading

ONE QUESTION

Now that Freedom is in fight with oppression And, Joy and Sorrow share a common boundary Now that the Wicked and the Good are Siblings And Legal and Illegal are Legal and Just Now that the flora and the Fauna are betrayers And ‘For’ and ‘Against’ are against each other

Continue reading

7 BILLION PEOPLE

So many people, but it’s just me So many people, but it’s just you I looked at them and see no face All to it but a blurred case For I am to them, another person Scrounging and scrapping Scarcity in the midst of abundance My body is aching in...

Continue reading

RAINBOWS IN THE SHADES

Can you predict in which form the cloud will appear? No, my dear. Though the sun will always rise, Can you predict those that’ll bring tears to your eyes? No, I surmise. I can predict that man will fall, And fall, Will he rise after it all? Once more will...

Continue reading