Kukogho Iruesiri Samson poetry collection WE WHO SOWED HURT AND BEADED PAINS is a genius argument for suicide and mirrors the emotions of those who travel that path.
REVIEW OF JOSEPH WODO’S ‘STIMULATING’ POETRY COLLECTION ‘AS I STROKE MY CHIN HAIRS’
As I Stroke my Chin Hairs might seem just like a poet’s testament to his personal experiences. It has done more than that. It uses the poet as a backdrop to discuss bigger social and political issues, delving into topics of identity, life, nationalism, love, and adolescence.
TALK ABOUT NIGERIAN BOOKS, DO IT FOR THE CULTURE (a commentary by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson)
I daresay the main reason foreign books seem to be eternally more accepted than indigenous books is that we hear about their new titles & authors every day via various media while ours, close to home, are published without anyone hearing about them.
OUR LORD IS FRANCOPHONE (a poem by Omotayo Awoyemi)
Our lord has ears, and he hears whispers of the bourgeoisie in his right, and wailings of the abject masses in his left; whose stapes is Apollyon.
WHAT IF I SAID I LOVE YOU (a poem by Emmiasky Ojex)
What if I said I love you? Would your heart skips its stepping stones and you fall into a bottomless hole?
HOW I SLEPT & WOKE (a poem by El Sane Ken Silencer)
This is how I woke with eyes strict wide, deep and gummed in dream.
love must hurt (a poem by Oppong Clifford Benjamin)
when yaa gyanfuah threw her eyes on the mirror walls of the restaurant she saw the debris of what was love on her face