SCARS by Mayor Jake
My heart is pegged with scars. Each scar, telling different tales. Beautifully bitter scars looking like gars That are made to live within the dales. I don't want to tell...
FALLING….CALLING
I am ........ calling to the father above to look me at altar of peace where my generation become my cross and the innocent blood my sin oh father save...
NIGERIAN POETS’ PERSPECTIVES ON POETRY – A DISCUSSION
Poetry is a form of art enjoyed by many: for some it's therapeutic; for others, it ought to be strictly formal and in conformity with universal standards. While a majority...
RUMBLE FOR A DANCE by Maxwell Onyemaechi Opia-Enwemuche
Rumble for a Dance The beauty of the mind cannot be separated No matter how we are eventually celebrated Hearts will beat together from a distance And emotions may feel...
Whatshername? by Yugo Gabriel Egboluche
She is a girl, not the Chocolate to sweeten your taste buds, neither is she the Butterscotch for you to unwrap at will for toy She is a lady, not...
UNCLE JERO THE SUNDAY SCHOOL TEACHER by Olawale Ibiyemi
I Often he speaks with the charm of an angel, his words filliping the minds that listen like a feather He is the priest standing by the altar of unrighteousness...
REMINISCENCE by Thaalith Abubakar Gimba
In Memory of Christopher Okigbo Do you recall Unspeakable episodes Of many drooling memories This nation nested in her bosom How this country murdered The fraternity of people bound by...
THE ACCUSER by Abel Adive
Are you here to write my wrongs? Or to right my wrongs? Do you take me as a thing? Or just a wayward teen? Yes I have seen Surely I...
WILL THE REAL GENTLEMEN, PLEASE STAND-UP?
The strong, sweet smell of well brewed coffee and muffins in a chilly atmosphere is one of the first things you encounter when stepping out of London's Heathrow airport on...
STAYING FOR HER
Tugo had been in the village for two days. That was the first time he had seen as many people gathered in one place- the market day. He still couldn't...