Where else does a mind plays the drum While the pen dances to the rhyming rhythm? With painted ideas gushing out therefrom While the soul pictures the theme? Where else does the pen and paper Unite and fight conquerors wars? In places where guns could only look from afar As if staring at the galaxy … Continue reading Heart of a Poet
Waking to the trenchant preacher’s decibels Snoring, coughing And puffing of danfos Street hymns of conflicting voices: ‘Sister, purchase this cute piece of gullibility’ ‘Brother, Sango forbids such procurement’ Haggling prayers at brothels Moans of sizzling egusi as Mama Puts’ fire screws from below Poo snakes from infantile bums awaiting shot-putting on aerobic wings into … Continue reading Naija Area
Though we rarely move on limos, Jeeps of Camrys, Kekes in Bikes Are my make up. Roads well planned, badly drilled; Two lanes coming and going Through my traffic jam At snail’s fast slowness. The dotted lines of rain’s drops Break in sky’s movement. Showers heavily light Impact scrambles of mingled sweat Greasing … Continue reading My Nigeria, My Humanity
Just imagine a world without pants!!! When I say “pant” I am not referring to trouser. I mean pant in the original sense of the word: undies!!! I think the most underrated body wear in the world is the pant. We all can spend good chunk of cash on shirts, skirts, trousers, necklaces, rings, BRAZILIAN HAIR, but go around with just about … Continue reading What Is The Colour Of Your Pant?
The prayer was long and tense. The room around him seemed to revel in the ethereal presence he had been obliviously been wrapped in. Like a scene from a cartoon clip, anyone peeking at him would sure be entertained and enthralled by the synchronized up and down oscillation that was the movement of his … Continue reading The Friday Test
Seun pulled the zip of the bag shut and took a final glance around the room. It was spotless; nothing out of place just the way Tunde like it. She hadn’t been able to resist tiding up after packing. She sighed. Old habits die hard. She picked the bag and headed towards the door. But … Continue reading Tunde and Seun…Remi and Toyin -the conclusion
I love waking , sluggish waking It saves me from the monster in my dreaming It’s hard not to smile when I wake When I see him naked beside me I love working, office working I hate the traffic of the morning Delays my impatient being from reaching the office in time Thoughts of … Continue reading Page
SOCIETY OF YOUNG NIGERIAN WRITERS In Collaboration with GIRL CHILD CREATIVITY CONCEPT, ZIMBABWE Call for Submission Rising Voices -100 YOUNG VOICES FROM ZIMBABWE AND NIGERIA (AN ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS) Zimbabwe/Nigeria Literary Exchange FOR YOUNG POETS RESIDING IN ZIMBABWE AND NIGERIA The idea behind this collaboration is to create a literary and creative exchange between the … Continue reading Rising Voices -100 YOUNG VOICES FROM ZIMBABWE AND NIGERIA
Things Fall Apart Adamant mindsets In a modern setup, Vibrant visions evaporates To emptiness, nothingness and waywardness. Leaving the people in stark darkness, Leading to nowhere, As penury is declared “king”, Hunger succeeds the throne As blind leaders hardened the Economy like bone. Giving peanuts to the peasants But gold for the wealthy, Oh! … Continue reading Things Fall Apart
Like the innards of space Deep, wide and uncharted So you were, perhaps Before puberty’s sun Set upon your star You fine sands untrampled Your blackholes undiscovered Your vegetation Rich and luxuriant Your atmosphere unpolluted Shielded by the ozone layer. But space is God’s playpen For restless man He who must boldly go Where no … Continue reading What’s The Frequency, Kenneth?
Tell your dreams to me She sang ever so sweetly Show me your hopes For I will with thee mesh And your desires achieve Foolish man I, believed. And my dreams on the winds soared My hopes fled… Ten years ago I wanted a bike, a free spirit, I harassed everyone to buying for one … Continue reading Ten Years
when sexes of children decide how much love a woman gets from her husband
The phone vibration under her pillow interrupted her Saturday afternoon nap, she stretched lazily and looked at the time it was just four o’clock meaning she had slept for just thirty minutes. She reluctantly reached for her phone which was ringing for the fourth time, it was just a number displayed on the screen. The … Continue reading The Denial
By Monday morning Pedro’s condition had gotten worse; she had a fever and her legs were swollen. The incident with the drip hadn’t helped matters though Dr Ike had assured them shortly after it happened that it was nothing to worry about. Nonso too had her own issues. The mosquitoes hadn’t spared her at all. … Continue reading No Better Way To Die IV: Last Laugh
So you are a big girl now? You prance about in platforms Step on toes with defiance Toss your hair in arrogance Like a peacock in a lone dance. When will you come home? Mama made your favourite soup Papa wants his friends to meet you Your stool is covered with mildew It’s hard pretending … Continue reading Prodigal Girl