African Literature and Lifestyle in One Pot
Why Poetry Why poetry? ‘Tis the eyes through which We see the beauty of creation The pathway of the soul And the river that flows in our mind There is more of poetry Than expressions and rhymes Than painting and arts ‘Tis where tears and…
CHILDREN OF HOPE We are the children of hope Smeared with the oil of dismay And our neck, laden with the jewellery of death We are children of hope Speaking from the place of pain And an address of anguish We are children…
You are the temptation I always fall into You are the fire My bosom can not handle Let’s be at arm’s length This thing you call love The lust that burns within me Is a free one-way ticket Straight to hell The kind I…
If roses were black I will spray a beam of light To puncture the stem Then drain the toxic nectar …
Madam Night took you on a date Into raised dust of streets Your eyes like frog’s rolling the contours of the littered street The Woman of Your Dreams may be anywhere, everywhere You have never been lucky with the ruby pearl called love The definition…
Content: The Moon and Her Lover Oh, Thank You Lost Innocence Purpose The Journey The Moon and Her Lover The Moon contemplated him in the dark Unaware of his love for her She bathes him with energy and kissed him with her light As if…
Things changed after Bunmi’s demise; that was the story. At the beginning of the previous month, neither Dayo nor Tolu would have thought they would lose something. Not even Bunmi, their daughter, would have thought that she would be sleeping on the Lord’s bosom, as…
When the cock coughs, to the stream have I gone — treading slippery paths with nimble feet: to fill every man’s pot; To quench the thirst of his needs. When the sun rises from his slumber, to the farm have I gone — wobbling through…
I watch mother prepare the maañ for weaving. Every day, she sits outside the hut, pounding them with a dekenin just to make a jaki. She never gets tired, or maybe she does. I don’t know. We don’t talk much, except when it’s necessary. Ever…
I grew up looking down At my feet Afraid of my eyes And the truths that shine in them. _ Call me a stranger Call me blood and bone It doesn’t matter You killed me either way. _ I tell people I rose in love…
