A Song for the Bed of Liquid │ Psalmuel Benjamin Oluwasheun │ Poetry
I sing this day / the beauty of a bed / as a melody thrusts me a spoonful dough of kisses / before the playful blanket of waters / I…More
3 Poems │ Jaachi Anyatonwu
For Boys Who Know They Are i know boys who are trying to fit in a bowl of social norms like new wine in a broken glassi know boys who…More
3 Poems │ Abdulkareem Abdulkareem
Mother— believe me again,I’m not mad Mother asks if this is anothersubtle elegy to mourn my father,& I tell her— this poem is another ironcaught between the anvil and the…More
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