Let me tell you a story. It might not be so good, but please excuse me. It’s what you asked for, right? I will try to tell it as well as I can. And… It might sound ludicrous, but I swear that it is the…
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I nine when he com to the house. Everybody happi. Ma make us clean everywhere and move all our things into her and Pa’s room so he can stay in our room and me and Tope can sleep on the mat outside. “Big doctor!” Ma…
Welcome to my country, Where farmers get killed Prices get hyped, and we cook without onions Gunmen get free entry, But youths get barred. Welcome to my country Students get nabbed Bandits roam free Cows are supreme Human life is worthless! Welcome to…
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…