Poetry

Self Portrait At Nineteen | Hassan Usman

By Hassan Usman it’s 5:00 in the morning. I tiptoe towards the room’s oldest mirror…

A Calligraphy of Love & Sweet Memories

By Olowo Qudus Opeyemi the shades of the night/ faded & metamorphosed into mild metaphors/…

If Nigeria Was a Bible, It Would Be the Gospel Without Jesus & For Boys Whose Hearts Are Old, Rugged Books | Psalmuel Benjamin

By Psalmuel Benjamin If Nigeria Was a Bible, It Would Be the Gospel Without Jesus…

of memories, moments & manhood | Jaachị Anyatọnwụ

By Jaachị Anyatọnwụ skinned knees & runny nose undersized shirts & patched shorts bible recitals…

After The Giant Greenlights, Nothing Here Is Worthy Of Symphony? | Psalmuel Benjamin

In this part of the global egg, a boy is a yolk– yoked like an…

Adedayo Agarau’s Poetic Heart and Vision for African Poetry

Adedayo Agarau’s poetry is the product and mix of influences from the poets he has…

Haunting

By Abdulkareem Abdulkareem (Pānini) In her dreams, she sees this baby as a silhouette walking…

Dearest, & Child, Though Death be a Tyrant, not Every Dead Yielded to Tyranny

By Chisom Charles Nnanna Dearest I know what it means to go the mirror &…

At the Squad

By Olugbade Majeed Abiola The green grass squad circumjacent in white hosting its habitual hoo-ha…

Motion

MOTION By Oladosu Michael Emerald “If you control the resonance frequency of an object, you…