Monthly Archives: March 2011

…aint I ‘Goodluck’?

Dear GEJ, Apparently, you have been very busy lately; all these campaigns, night out with Dbanj, intriguing adverts,etc,many more I yet know. Days past, there had been down pours of political rains and I’m yet to find the ‘umblerra’ to … Continue reading

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Y.O.U

Say she doesn’t understand my poetrythe rhyme scheme it seemsbled out of the penso I made out with spoken wordssweet and fresh out like juicefrom cocoa podsthoughts I tickle; she gigglesa smile, her inner core wigglesknows every hint; googles.The truth … Continue reading

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Jangles of hustle

Jam packedloggerheadrumbledtumultous echoes of dreamswailingyellinghootingin their different colourscornersownershustling,bustlingrustling,wrestlingdown the streetshits,defeatin heat…to eat

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Plate chain child

I feel the painand see youwith nothing to sustainbut this plate chainhanded down…I see you roam the streetsbelly empty,head hollowbut a songrolling off the tongueendlessly rungding!dong!tongue!in its incoherence.You gallivant the dusty roadsroaming in windy abandonthe ring of your laughter overwhelm … Continue reading

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…not mine

I am the onewho you seek in your soulbut can’t find I am the onewho knocks on theinvisible door of your heart.You desire,require;inquire about. I am the onewho sums up your daily travailswarms up your bedsucks ur pain I am … Continue reading

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Open Letter To The First Lady by Sultana

Open Letter To The First LadyMarch 14, 2011 @ 8:21 am ›SultanaAuntie Patience,Good mornin’, ma. I know sayyou no sabi me. My name naOsemhen, and I get one businesswey I wan make we discuss. Dtin consan the campaign weyyou dey … Continue reading

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Queue

I followed a friend to the park as he’s going back to the north for his national service year. As they queued to buy bus ticket I can’t but wonder how our lives are full of queues. A man’s attempt … Continue reading

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Losing me

by feyisayo adeyemi Pitch black covers the lid I’m sitting in peaceful disturbance away with cloth; away with thoughts away with thrive sweaty wandering soul draped in its shadow looking faraway from tomorrow away with fate; away with faces gallivanting … Continue reading

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