3 Poems | Solomon Ayomide
What If? What if the sun rises in the west and set at east?What if the moon shines at day and neglect the night?If the hands speaks and the eye…More
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3 Poems | Osieka Osinimu Alao
the language of descent I remember when we used to flyand how the sky carried us in its pouchthe wind caressing our wingsthe sun begging to join our flockand gravity…More
Of Drugs and Death | Chiamaka Ejiofor | Fiction
When Sochima bought drugs from the kiosk close to the filling station, she was oblivious of what drugs did to people. Oblivious of the existence of adulterated drugs. Oblivious of…More
Sage | Tosin Okewole | Fiction
We met at Tito’s housewarming. It wasn’t really her housewarming. Her father had gifted her the house on her 19th birthday which was almost four years ago. But Tito would…More
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