Arise, compatriots The land is green, The leaders are mean. The soil is fertile, And the youths agile. I should have been home yesterday, But country home wouldn’t lead me home. We travail till we burn our feet, Embracing the past heroes’ feats. Diverse preaching in cacophony, Qualitative teaching now a luxury. She should have … Continue reading Arise compatriots
“Ayo! Ayo!! Ayo!!!” A furious but caring mother called from the kitchen. She kept calling until she couldn’t hold it anymore. Now muttering to herself ‘its past six in the morning and this girl still finds pleasure in sleeping when she’s supposed to be preparing for school’. Esther Cole left what she was doing in … Continue reading Hope E1: A new beginning
In a small corner of the town lived a kind man who had a small garden and a small farm in his yard that he loved dearly. He loved all the little animals; the chickens, the rabbits, the ducks, the little goats as well as the fruits, flowers and vegetables in his garden. He catered … Continue reading RED: Part 1 of 3
Big flabs run all over my tummy My six pack is a thing of the past I watch toon shows everyday on tv Sofia, Lion Guard, Pj Masks My friends say now they don’t get to see me. Their missed calls pile up on my phone. Always stressed Can’t go nowhere House’s a mess Don’t … Continue reading Dad Life
No doubt, the life we live is in different stages, each with its own peculiarities. The youthful period — which in particular, is the prime of one’s lifetime — is one that requires a great deal of one’s productivity. It is akin to the fulcrum of a lever upon which the load of your life … Continue reading The Life That Happens
Thirty-something years ago. “Ibiye!” my mum yelled from the living room. “What?” boomed my dad from the kitchen. “Be fast with the watermelon na I’m hungry!” yelled my mum, ignoring his boom. “I’m coming!” my dad yelled back again. You see my parents have been known to be the king and queen of yelling. I … Continue reading Glasses and Dimples. Episode 1.
By Izunna Okafor Beyond the shrubs of Sahara Lifted a munt of brainy bond Over the Mississippi of Ethiopia Lofted a penner with his hunky thoughts Across the bridge of a foreign land Hovered a book of beautiful pages Tightly enclaved yet as an Ireland In a skull rounded in the clime of golden edges … Continue reading Faraway (For Prof. Pius Adesanmi)
I WANT TO RAISE HUMANS, NOT GENDERS. I don’t really understand the kind of children some of our parents are raising now. The kind of children some of us grew up to become. Most parents are busy doing one thing or the other that they don’t really have time to groom their children the way … Continue reading I Want To Raise Humans, Not Genders.
March 22, 2019 was when it all started good for the 19 year old artist Rema when Mavin Records Boss, Don Jazzy Made it known on his official instagram page on signing new artist called “Rema”. Rema whose real name is “Divine Ikubor” was brought up and mentored by fellow Mavin act D’Prince who saw the talent the young boy has … Continue reading Rema Is Leading the New School Wave in Nigeria
JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT IS A POET OR SOMETHING LIKE A FINE WINE I have learnt how to die a long time ago but death is so boring. I have learnt how to deprave myself of many things to remain the kind of person heaven may be pleased with. I never knew salvation scream also learning … Continue reading John Chizoba Vincent Is A Poet Or Something Like A Fine Wine
Your sobs are like thunderstorms Ripping the fabric of the skies… They left your spirit broken While taking away the pride That you guarded so firmly Against vile devilish men Now your body lies here broken Just like your spirit too No…No words need be spoken because I can feel the pain Of a spirit … Continue reading Unbroken
Since I moved to the big city I had learnt to wake at exactly 4:20, it was necessary if I wanted to beat the mammoth third mainland-bridge traffic. I’d say my prayers, rub and shine then dissolve into the dense stream of chaos and anarchy. Living in this city taught me one thing, rage. It … Continue reading Change
The rain fell heavily today, the crops were washed away, There was no harvest today. The little stock we had yesterday is not here today. The visible cracks on my lips as I struggle to swallow my saliva, Emaciating from the scorching sun as a result of dehydration, Because there is no food on the … Continue reading I Fasted Today
WRITER’S MISERIES AND NIGHTMARES: EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN The most electrifying and interesting part of a writer’s life is to hold his or her hardcopy published book on his or her hand, to read or to show some friends and family members and relations. This means a lot to many writers out there. Some have not gotten … Continue reading Writer’s Miseries And Nightmares:Emotional Breakdown.
IT IS A CRIME TO BE POOR HERE The other day I was listening to Olamide’s song “Poverty Die”. The chorus got me, it went into my veins, to my bone marrows; and I remembered how being poor here is a sin, how being poor here is a crime because you will be denied of … Continue reading It Is A Crime To Be Poor Here