As werecline trudgethrough dawn through dusk through timewe conjure we calibrate we cartograph we carveto probe to unmask to propitiate to justify to unleashthe despair the despair the despair the despairwe invoke we shrink we skininto bodies as souvenirsferried to places We wander about because it is Read more
I taste the world a gore-stricken soul, feebling in the things that clang relief…
i start this poem with what I believe
could quietus the grieving dust, since it is an abomination to call me a poet…
it in the heaven’s stomach;
you see a glitter that makes your
hope grow beards…
Praise to the man who held mein the moments of my first cry—the gentle pull of tender lips shrills. The man with pocket-full of night tales& folk songs. Of language & eloquence. Ode to the man whose face I wear,who gave me his skin & pigment. Songs for the one Read more
Behold anon not quicklythe slave boy in shacklesgiving his daily meal to the beggar’s ladwith a sickly but healthy smile Look please don’t glanceas he rushes to help the market womenwith their heavy basket of fruitwithout a thought to steal or receive See as he runs errands by and byfor Read more
I blame not my shedding leavesThose that leave without notice Some people are like that Deft artist in the hood of artPainted me a living naked tree, leafless * * * Like the branch, some are in this lifeCould be a brother or your wife They branch before the Read more
My Feverish Pen was wallowing in its misery,small enough to subdue its melancholy,bright enough to throw into reliefthe dark plastic that cluttered it. i heard that much rage was crawlingtogether with its flooded ink trying to fetch fresh ink and wet its tip that yearns to bleed words of relief. Read more
Within the stillness of the darkest night,
When all the world is lost in peaceful sleep,…
IMy country is a democratic mantra in imbroglioThat rapes goodness, molests peace,Chastises orderliness, mocks oneness,Glorifies chaos and spills bullets on the vulnerables. IIGreen – White – GreenGreen – the greener pastures we all seek elsewhereWhite – dusk that leaves us stained by theblood of infinity victims. IIIMy country is a Read more
1. THAT DOUBT Like us in our heart, we know,Not to believe the world,We once believed a long time ago. Like us in our lament,We say more than we can chew,Even when the world looks nice,Not hunting us, we still have that doubt. 2. TRUTH IN A BELIEF Why do Read more
i scribble in my face, my father_ who found strands of my hair in the teeth of my comb, i remembered when he sewn in the heap in my yard, roses, bougainvilleas, hibiscuses with their sprouts and petals of reds & pinks. but that night, he breathed hope into the Read more
It was supposed to be a beautiful Wednesday morning with the sun up in all its glory…
Being a pregnant woman’s husband was such a special and interesting experience. I lived it with my wife and a few months after the child was born I’m happy to share it with you. I felt compelled to write this because there’s very little online about the experience of men Read more
The first few months of pregnancy were challenging for me as I became conscious of my new condition…
While at forty weeks my baby was yet to come, I became agitated and anxious at the same time.
As I progressed in my pregnancy journey, I had a lot of questions about what was happening to me physically, mentally, and emotionally. I wanted answers to my questions but did not know where to find them. As I went through the process of becoming a mother for the first Read more
Change, they say, is the only constant thing in life. What if I say there are many other things that are also constant in life…
Every day, the workers remembered how Jonah treated them when he was the company’s manager.Though Jonah was quiet and dull but he was passionate and considerate. He was also law abiding.Whenever problem arise, he would call a meeting and they will tackle it together.However, those days, they hated him because Read more
Cocktail finish in a hurryI was still famished.Dinner simple yet not set.Broiled novels; old literature husk.Sour ink; notes pasta.With a glass of dictionaryTo step down. I took a chair, at the hornOf my dining (writing) tableTo dine, punning with words.I forgot to toast the crumbWith figure of speech toaster.Supper wasn’t Read more
We are happy to announce our latest publication, our third issue of the LIGHTENING AFRICA publication –Black Is Beautiful. As we have repeatedly claimed, this is our best publication yet, and the reason we’d make such a claim over and over is embedded in the PDF file. Use the download Read more
…I was the Handsomest Apollo, dear Artemis would always
say, “oh god of beauty”…
When erosion comes the way
The weak soil, it swims away
The irony of life bang them till they cum
But for us, we make them bum…
A diagrammatic piece of poetry
