My friend plays the poet
By Benson Eluma Poet, I know you must play your game with ease. Words are a cunning species, tell the philistine hordes. You won’t sketch any river of silk[…]
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Three Poems
By Dami Ajayi Falling in Love Between reality and angst: existential and muddled a second outlasts eternity: vice versa. The flutter of heart valves is mechanical Like falling[…]
Three Poems
by Femi Morgan Spats of Shit If you ask me I have lost my will To write my reportorial My Face is reddened by it My ears echoes[…]
Children of the Postcolony
by Babatunde Fagbayibo We are not the midnight’s children for the euphoria of independence only resides in our history books. The physicality of colonialism isn’t our reality; it only exists[…]
The Other is a Thing
by Obiwu Iwanyanwu They came for the Igbo, and you laughed. They came for the Ogoni; you rolled your eyes like an owl. They rounded up Odi, and rolled over[…]
The Cold Stale
By Nwachukwu Egbunike Advocate tolerance Admit no tolerance Say plenty Say nothing Deride hate Use hate Make a temple of love Make the shrine that hurts Deify freedom[…]
Bone of my Bone…
by Benson Eluma At the intersection of Amber Junction a vessel of vestal piss for they know their gods’ inner wish to have pus poulticed… Not me; it[…]