Boys as a Metaphor for Cruelty │ Eniola Abdulroqeeb Arówólò │ Poetry
(after Samuel Adeyemi’s ‘body as a metaphor for war’)for Iniubong Umoren a girl doesn’t just become an arsenalof rage and grief in this country. a pop-upwreaks a havoc on my…More
Aderonke │ Owoeye Olajumoke │ Poetry
Your eyes glowed like petalsthey caressed my souleach time we sit at duskto behold the beauty of the fireflies Your steps were graciousthey led to the doors of Kingsand to…More
Life is a Proper Fraction │ Damilola Omotoyinbo │ Poetry
i am neck-deep in a quagmire, my mind is agallery holding the dire portraits of my life on my flesh, pain has made scars andincisions that even time holds to…More
3 Poems │ Daniel Ezeokeke
Seraphim Falls I Yesterday, we the young whose purityhas never been stained with sin sawdepravities which had been coveredby our fathers’ odd words with cloaks of rakishness.We watched our antiquated…More
Progression │ Emmanuel Idem │ Poetry
I. SunlightThe drowsy dew yet to be delivered to sleepReflects the brilliance of it blue-y companionUpon sweaty greens,The wind whistles through quarrelling stalksSilence serene soundly shatteredBy soulful choruses;Three winged beings,…More
Death, a Mask and a Thousand Faces │ Oluwasegun Moshood │ Poetry
Death, a Mask and a Thousand Faces Death came one nightAnd tickled Grandpa till he laughed outof his sleep and passed on with a smile.Grandma would always say that only…More
Nneka │ Vincent Ugochukwu Anadi │ Fiction
Yesterday was another 14th day of April. Dressed up in my white canvas, blue jeans trouser, blue polo and blue sweater, I made my way to an uncompleted building, located…More
You’re no Longer a Country, Nigeria │ John Chizoba Vincent
The day Nigeria died was the day we all started blaming one another for her problems, caused by us. It was the same day we died having the stenches of…More
3 Poems │ Gospel Ozioma
Crossword-for Juliet She once told me: I’ve solved many clues but,not my cardiac predicaments. Each time I face a testthe result comes out negative. Perhaps, that’s who I am,an incompetent…More
You Have Become a Thief of Your Own Treasure │ Omodero David │ Poetry
How much more gold / are you willingTo lose? Over and over. Night upon night.How often do you want to keep beinga prodigal?A wanderer between two freedom realms—At night, an…More