by Yomi Edward
What are you still doing out there, unmoved?
Are your ears so muffled that you cannot hear the river roar?
It is approaching…
Won’t your sense dialogue with your feet?
Sounds of grumbling clouds…
Mothers calling out aloud
Fowls running home to roost
On whomever this torrent sees
We must all
A shelter seek
This gathering storm
Shall unseat stubborn caps
The anus of the wandering goloba
Shall it unmask in full glare…
Tell that alakori ojelu
No shelter shall shield his unfortunate head
He should have thought it well
Before he shot the arrow
That punctured the sun…
Like the lazy man’s corpse
These torrents shall unearth his ugly past…
by Cynthia Jusi
Of passion and pain
Moments of peace and times I almost run insane
Patiently I wait for day to pass the baton to night
Close to my dreams
And yet the devil remains on my seams
Twenty-four hours of being lost in my world….
Yet in touch with everything around me!
Of being spun round on a carousel
Of moments flashing in vivid colors
…… Fading into hues of shadowy grey
I wait as a colorful daybreak
Weakens to a bleached out dusk
I sit in an enchanted silence
Waiting for this black and grey night
To crash into a colourful daybreak!
Twenty-four hours, it just strolls by
by Bello Ariyo
I found my lost discovered my search My feelings I build from scratch. Like the parable of the sower My feelings scattered all over But still I am not sober 'cause it's a House built out of memories Rooms filled with futures. It's the language of self But an expression of me Words with placed position Accurate how it heals. My feeling is one of the two parts of me Both knowing the truth; both having time. Small steps, footprints to follow hand in hand we shine till tomorrow. We cry but no tears in sight / A cry in the dark you don't know what it means My Feelings listen in silence I think. I think a lot But I feel more.