Maybe we should talk about oranges Those yellow oranges; who do not stay to be plucked Nor allow themselves to be
the reckoning took place in WUSE, ABUJA.
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.
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.
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
To start the new year (14 days after) is a nonprosaic nonfictive essay on conformity and the challenge of form.
I throw shattered glass in the air
Your skin became an altar With sacrifice upon sacrifice presented to God.
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'.