Posted as received. Mother is limping; a guerdon Of her encounter with Bash Ali, Our father; the embattled one. All lizards lie on their stomachs; We don't know which one Has stomachache. We are men, we are strong Let us beat our wives to prove it! Mon amour, my heartbeat How dare you talk … Continue reading Domestic Violence by Wale Ibiyemi
Forgetting playful Lebanese bike-riders and money sucking warehouses; money stalking warehouses. Forgetting about semi-nude women who plead guilty to nudity proudly on the charges of fashion and vogue with young adults loving the trend of kneevage-showcase which is simply parallel to four-year event that reveals the shocking price we pay to get sold - the common beauty in paradoxes of fishes dying while trying to feed.
Dear Mercy, Today was better than any other day I’ve ever spent with you aside that of the show. It may have been nothing special to you or anyone else but it was a big step for me in betraying my friend -Yinka. I am sitting down today, unlike the last time I wrote … Continue reading Having Mercy #2 by Okuwoga Eyimofe
Dear Mercy, I am resting my head on my pillow, crossing my legs and my hands are clenched; seeking comfort from the sight of the white ceiling. Its looking directly at me, this isn't comforting but I am starting to remember everything. Remembering my shivering hands while I typed what I wasn’t man enough to … Continue reading HAVING MERCY #1 by Okuwoga Eyimofe
Who has angered the heavens That they should expectorate vehemently upon us? Who has pinched off the skin of the sky That it should bleed cats and dogs? The garment of the welkin Drains its water, as it is squeezed mercilessly, Upon us; The tears of the clouds Poke our flesh like slanting swords, Gluing … Continue reading THE WATER FROM THE FIRMAMENT by Nwachukwu Olusegun Nwachukwu
This poem was first published on poet's blog Parents they say Are meant to train up their kids In the way that is just, Expose them to the world While shielding them from the evil within- The father, the pillar of the home The mother, the keeper of the home Baba ni jigi Baba has crumbled And … Continue reading DISCORD IN EDEN by Osibote Andrew
You! Who whispers soft words to me at night and leaves me in the morning You! Who I pay to bath You! Who makes me clap to your performance You! Who I live to kill You! Who kills to live