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And Black Be Soot

If I tried you With fiery Bullets of inquiry, Would you be Bleeding truth? Perhaps Reeling proof Like endless tapes Winding from floor To ceiling, Roof, Tree top, Sky, Behind clouds, Shining bright, Making the moon Shy; Keeping night at bay; A blinding light Binding lies And falsehoods, And casting wrong reasons In prisons of … Continue reading And Black Be Soot

Love in an Hour-Glass

Love in an Hour-Glass

Slowly, As leaves weave In the winds, As the winds howl, “Ooooooooooooo.” Slowly, As the sun climbs Out of cloudy sheets, As clouds drift To yonder climes. Slowly, We fall in love, As true love is natural – Like leaves and the winds And clouds and the sun. Slowly, Not at first sight, For true … Continue reading Love in an Hour-Glass

Eating with Hymar: Two Poems for Dinner

I remember how satisfying it felt feeding on J.P Clark’s poem Ibadan back then in secondary school. Twenty words was all it took for the poem to gift my mind a first-class flight to that famed city. When I am presented with the opportunity to eat good poetry, I do so with relish, happy to … Continue reading Eating with Hymar: Two Poems for Dinner

Elove Poetry: A Case of Identity Crisis on NS?

Elove Poetry: A Case of Identity Crisis on NS?

It started with Tosyn commenting on one of my posts, “Nice one Bruv/Sis. Please keep them coming”. Bubbllinna replied, “Elove is a dude…@tosyn keep off!…hehehe…” Then the Head Wordsmith, Kaycee, asked, “Elove is a dude??? Mtcheeew. All these romantic dudes seff?” I replied without an answer, “Yep??? It happens that ‘we poets’ know paper/pen love, … Continue reading Elove Poetry: A Case of Identity Crisis on NS?

Bubbllina’s Virgin Offering

There is probably no theme under heaven that has received much attention as love. To test its popularity ‘scientifically’, I googled the word. It was a shocking 5.95 billion results that beamed under the search box. If the word love could bring up this number, I wondered, what will the word sex bring up? I … Continue reading Bubbllina’s Virgin Offering

The Day after Yesterday I: As I Understand It

The Day after Yesterday I: As I Understand It

I usually approach Layrite’s poems with some caution. I know if I read them in a hurry I will come back to the first line understanding little. In order words, the poet tries to ensconce much meaning in few words, as the craft of good poetry generally encourages. But the thing I personally like about … Continue reading The Day after Yesterday I: As I Understand It

A Glass Of Riches

Studies have shown that that two per cent of the global population earns gargantuan income while the remaining ninety-eight per cent are poor… The two per cent shares fifty per cent of the world’s wealth, while the remaining ninety-eight per cent shared the remaining fifty per cent… *** The boy stared into the darkness that … Continue reading A Glass Of Riches


I have an Indian colleague whose name is Rohit Maad. He’s new to our wonderful country, the awe of which keeps Rohit’s bushy eyebrows permanently raised. Rohit always has something to say, something about computers and software, about his family, about the arrangement of the seats in Aso Villa, about the cost of garri in … Continue reading Maadness

A Day Like No Other

The virtual library at Olusegun Oke library in LAUTECH was bee-like in activities that afternoon; students focusing on the monitor screens trying to make best use of the thirty minutes allocated to them, and a stern looking librarian who walked up and down the library monitoring all the websites the student were visiting; ready to … Continue reading A Day Like No Other