Life
Who Lied? Men Are Evil
Men are evil, yes you are right. Nigerian men are shameless cheats… Men are the same. This has found a way of becoming the mantra in every female circle these days. There must have been some Big Sister (like Big Brother in ‘1984’ by George Orwell) instructing this. I must give…
Precognition by Uzuazo Onwah
by Uzuazo Onwah (@OUzuazo) If only I could tell The future very well; Where these footsteps will lead, What’s the fruit of this seed; If I could understand The complicated strand; Beyond where the road bends, Where the journey will end; If only I could see Beyond infinity; What clothes this universe; What follows the last…
Fever
My mind’s been pilfered Whom shall I tell? These thoughts are not mine Shall I scream? Alien memories in my head So terrible; this invasion… Shall I yell? Foreign words on my tongue Whose dream do I dream? Betrayed, used, abused Vulnerable, self-hating wet and naked minding absent mind I feel exactly like a used…
24 Hours
Twenty four hours…… Of passion and pain Moments of peace and times I almost run insane Twenty four hours…. Patiently I wait for day to pass the baton to night Twenty four hours….. 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…
I Want You
….Like I want you To be my sun – Shining through the darkest of nights My moon – light on my path That cool breeze after the rain Air rich in earth; belch of worms’ delight Said I want you To be my nourishment The horoscope that favours my growth Yearning; hunger…
SAY YES TO ME by Oyenwen Odia
It’s my heart’s desire To be the kind of friend you require To stand by you when all have fled With me you’ll never be misled I’ll speak those gentle words of love To strengthen you when times are rough For it breaks my heart, precious one To see you struggle in so much…
My Feelings and I 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…
For Jumoke Verissimo by Rasaq Malik
FOR JUMOKE VERISSIMO [/caption] (Memories are many on these lanes) In silence I heard your raging voice Tramp-ling down Cursed elders In the lineage of our Shattered histories In silence I witnessed your arrival In the moments of tears You dried our tears-soaked linens And washed away memories of ruined moments II Those sequences…
R.I.P Kate by Uzuazo Onwah
"My God," She sighed and raised her head, "The early bird is still unfed." In great despair, with silent cries She bowed her head and wiped her eyes. Her clothes unwashed, her books untouched, To say the least, her needs were much. She'd been kneeling to pray to God, But she hadn't uttered a…
Religion; Opium or Sedative
“Man was born free and he is everywhere in chains…” – Jean Jacques Rousseau (1762) The maxim above reads deliciously on paper and rolls even better on the tongue. A cursory glance at it might make one discard it as a possible oxymoron to be left for thinkers to demystify or…