In this our idle generation of whiners We have so many boastless doers Sheltering saplings in our forest Daily, their leaves they invest I see Olumide Olulu Holloway Lights word-candles...
NaTional Gangan A discuss with the Talking Drum; On the rhythmic science of Politics, Law of war and rhymes of corruption, lyrics of empiricism of racial discrimination, And Tribalism, a...
Why mama, why? Shall we fail to speak With the talkative rod? Shall we cease to paint With our single-mouthed brush? Why mama, why? You drop your cheek On your...
You, who dictate His will to God, you, the holy mentor Who unsheathe a black flag to slaughter a neighbor, Who destroy in the name of the Creator, I spy...
At sunrise, we see black. At sunset, we see black. Everyday is black. Our dreams are black. Our visions are black. We dwell in isolation Help us! Hold our hands...
It’s not about putting on a green top Coupled with a white tie. Then, a pair of trouser or skirt with green and white strip And a shinning white shoe...
They spit out Unfulfilled promises With the name of the gods — They lie Sacrilege! Waning light, where lies your tomorrow? The gods are not drunk — They lie in...
This website has updated its privacy policy in compliance with changes to European Union data protection law, for all members globally. We’ve also updated our Privacy Policy to give you more information about your rights and responsibilities with respect to your privacy and personal information. Please read this to review the updates about which cookies we use and what information we collect on our site. By continuing to use this site, you are agreeing to our updated privacy policy.