Yellow Orange by OLATUNDE OBAFEMI

Maybe we should talk about oranges Those yellow oranges; who do not stay to be plucked Nor allow themselves to be

‘to GOD’, WUSE.

the reckoning took place in WUSE, ABUJA.

End NOTE on Art

It's fine to feel a little achieved after every moment of survival but learn to curb the ego, alter it a little, don’t give it an altar or the alter-ego takes over and soon, you cannot find your fingerprint even on your finger.

Guard Your Art With Diligence

Your art is not feminist, racist, Marxist masculinist, fascists and all that; you are! You are a bottle, your art is wine and ugly wine-shapes are because the bottles aren't so beautiful.

This Art is not Yours I

We make art - not for ourselves, alone but - for others. And this "others" are people who wait for us in out dreams,  when we are awake, in th  darkness and and even in the market. Feature Art by Nathan Pieterse

THE FORM OFF CONFORMITY by Olatunde Obafemi

To start the new year (14 days after) is a nonprosaic nonfictive essay on conformity and the challenge of form.

Moses by Olatunde Obafemi

I throw shattered glass in the air

Chocolate

Your skin became an altar With sacrifice upon sacrifice presented to God.

POEM: FOR THOSE PEOPLE by Olatunde Obafemi

The point is, this poem is for those people who run away from succeeding by running on the wrong track. Who double their paces into hell in the name of 'living'.