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Soon I Will Reteach My Tongue How to Remember a Boy | Anderson Moses | Poetry
The wounds I’ve healed from do not keep me up at night – I have a scar on my knees. — Samuel Adeyemi My father in his morning ritualsleft his…More
A Scamper for Tranquility | Muhammed Sanni | Poetry
a saunter is morphing into a scamper for peace inthis poem. this place, where villages are burnt intoweeping ashes, runs after the minute it last breathedpeace in its ribcage. this…More
My Name | Farah Barakat | Poetry
She asks me what is my name,I tell her it is a long story,When it really isn’t,It just looks like it will beanother boring storyOf a mispronunciation of my name.…More
My Beloved | Oladimeji Olatunji | Poetry
I hear them giggle, I see them cuddle, what a buzz.Openly, unashamed, unrestrained.Oh! How they are head over heels for one another.I love love.And I’m jealous;Would I ever find love…More
3 Poems | Osho Oláìítán Jeremiah
Spears / Throat & Grief, The Walks of Death on Bodies of Water (for my grandmother, Ojuolape)/Inna Lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un/ death keeps plucking the beloved, in miraculous ways…More
3 Poems | Abejide Michael Ayodeji
And there is a God, Death and the Thighs of Young Women If there is no blood, there is no lifeIf its not sweet, it’s no sin.Gather the villagers, tonight…More
Salim Yakubu Akko | How My Mother Prays | Poetry
How My Mother Prays in a graveyarddeceased are buriedwith white yards ¬ all with lustrous boxes as we have metalsthat are malleable, ductile and sonorouslike my father’s poetic wordswe still…More
Reminiscence | Ismail Yusuf Olumoh | Poetry
My eyes are full of tears like a morningdew sprinkles in the sky. & sitting at the school’s balcony, awaiting my deadfather to come for me in human’s form, like…More
3 Poems │ Salami Alimot Temitope
What Is Deeper Than the Hole in My Heart? Death walked into the euphoria of our home / gripped you with its sturdy hands & dragged you / to the…More
Beloved │ Mahbubat Kanyinsola Salahudeen │ Poetry
/Beloved/The most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt is you, and I remain convinced that the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt is still you. The nectar of your nether lips…More