AN ORPHAN’S CRY by Abiola Inioluwa Oluwaseun
I know the feeling that Juvenile felt When deserted beneath an isolated tree, Do you know that feeling? The fear that gripped souls of those down-casted girls Waking up beneath...
IN MY COUNTRY: by Chileh Pedro
There are words, loads of them in my country, Many cry them, some prophesy them! The powers, they curse and become angry Our countenance, they become solemn. In my country,...
AGONIES OF THE POOR: by Okeme Jerome Akpevwe
Feed us not with lies anymore For our stomach are filled with empty promises. Our protruded bellies are not evidence of good living But of imbalance diet. How long shall...
I GREW AROUND THIS TABLE: by Oppong Clifford Benjamin
Our dining table round It brings us around and bound Seats not far from the center reach Six beautiful chairs, one for each A table cloth to cover and adorn...
THE GHETTO STREET: Aremu Adams Adebisi
Waking up unremarkably To some silly shout. Arguments never culminate. We stop not the bout. The late night lovers hand in hand, Also in the night. Beside some cars some...
SILENT VOICES (AN ORPHAN’S CRY): Abiola Inioluwa Oluwaseun
Silent Voices (An Orphan's Cry) I know the feeling that Juvenile felt When deserted beneath an isolated tree, Do you know that feeling? The fear that gripped souls of those...
MY HUT
My hut... My hut is my heaven Where every night I’m to laze Where not rats, cockroaches nor lizards are denied Where I get shelter, it is my haven There...
BOKO HARAM: GEJ’S OPPORTUNITY, BUHARI’S TEARS AND OBJ’S COMEDY
Boko Haram is cooking bestiality Shoeless Jo is grabbing opportunity Buhari's tears — real or parody? ….Baba Iyabo calls it comedy APC patents conspiracy PDP transfers complicity Drunk on her...
CITY OF POVERTY
In the city of poverty The rich reign supreme They isolate themselves On the Island of arrogance The city of poverty Great city I love to hate There, living with...
IN AWE WE STAND
In awe we stood like helpless armies We failed to plant our pleas On this fertile soil, on its ridged glories Agony paints our lips with smiles Massages our bleeding...