African Literature and Lifestyle in One Pot
The clock on the wall of the yellow-painted room you own chimes. You take a glance and it is 6 pm. The time when your faith would drown again. Peppermint soaked in cold water runs through your bones down your feet. Soon, she will be…
PIERCING LOVE My placid face, Silently speaks of my pang. My belligerent thoughts Awakens me at night, Making my heart quiver and ponder. He steps in Like a gallant lion Ready to devour his prey. His malicious countenance, Makes my heart shudder. His titillating eyes…
Once were years when we gathered as brothers in the huts of our compatriots, breaking kola nuts in fellowship of the brotherhood; pouring palm wines in remembrance of the blood that binds us. Oh. Once were years, when we gathered, munching kola nuts, gulping…
1. “My boy, don’t do this. You don’t have to do this. Come, let us leave before it’s too late!” “Mama, I can’t. You know I can’t! We can’t keep going like this—” “Dede… Don’t leave us now. We’re all we have in this world.…
When we lay you, gently, in the most glorious mahogany box. And you are borne high on shoulders of six pallbearers. When we march, lazily, like a pack of starving school children, dressed in black robes and red eyes and pale faces. When we surround…
i was a toddler at the coast watching older children nailing their own canoes, set for their own sails, set for their own start, away from their beginnings. i was a toddler at the coast watching older children enter the fleet as helmsmen, cruising…
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…
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…
