the world is now a potter’s field filled with faultless death
of free men, it now whispers into the wind’s weary ears,
a song of forlornness/death/pain/torment and despair
AFTERMATH OF NOSTALGIA (a poem by Olaitan Humble)
we, zoom into
everything zoom-able as they are a brief consolation of a fulfilling
life, make do with the crumbs leftover from our nightmares,
BARRICADES OF BRICKS (a poem by Ókólí Stephen Nonso)
yesterday, a man died & was laid with unspoken prayers.
they say families come together to show love & say goodbye to loved ones,
WHAT THE NOSE MASK MEANS IN MY COUNTRY (a poem by Akin-Ademola Emmanuel)
That every song of poor mothers
Has two verses—an imprecation for democracy’s
Bearded reptiles & an elegy
PORTRAIT OF A NIGERIAN SUNSET (a poem by Chibueze Obunadike)
our country has since stalled into a go slow.
around me, sealed shops & empty buildings stretch
lifeless for miles, monuments of a once-alive city
A GIFT TO ART (a poem by Reginald C. Ofodile)
The artists in despair I urge to view
the current deadlock as a heaven-sent boon,
as hustle, parties, trysts, we must eschew,
for focused work, the times are opportune.
DAY SIX OF ISOLATION (a poem by Chibueze Obunadike)
i am tired of waiting around for something to happen,
say, news of a cure, news of a friend’s death,
news of my mother accidentally getting sneezed
A SMALL WORLD (a poem by Tajudeen Alaya)
One hiss in China—a thousand mountains in Italy crumbles
Like a biscuit in the mouth of Death.
The World is on its knees
TOMORROW BEGINS TODAY (a poem by Olivia Onyekwena)
This is our new normal but I cannot say that I will get used to the mask.
I wonder if the sun ever feels like not shinning on some days
CỌ́N-SCÌÒ MAGAZINE: ‘THE LOCKDOWN’ [ISSUE 1, VOL. 1 | JANUARY 2021] IS OUT
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