Saturday, November 18, 2017

Poems

Delicious, soul-soothing, and thought-provoking words are birthed here.

“NEO-COLONIALISTS” by Oka Benard Osahon

NEO-COLONIALISTS We new colonists; dem dey com from obodo oyibo wit Oyibo english and oyibo doins; dem no dey shit for pit, Dem no dey shop banga...

“Nip of Dawn: Papa” by Oluwafemi Babasola

NIP OF DAWN: PAPA   papa would say my morning rose laraba the moon of the dark night papa, in your absence boring insects drill holes in my once effulgent petals, your...

“Nip of Dawn: Muffled Screams” by Oluwafemi Babasola

NIP OF DAWN: MUFFLED SCREAMS   the hisses and whistles of the wild hide our screams traveling winds do not disperse our cries for help they muffle the pleas of...

“I did not ask to be born this way” by Trust...

I did not ask to be born this way   to be the product of two adults who looked beyond race and the things that strangle love who never...

“my demons came, seated” by Trust Tonji

my demons came, seated   for Moyosore Akinde   after that, you, cousin, that big girl with a big heart, wrapped your big smile around my presence before we started conversations that...

“GOD DON COMOT WE HOUSE” by Oka Benard Osahon

GOD DON COMOT WE HOUSE   God don comot we house. Snake dey we ceiling, dey play wit we pikin for we yad. Wetin pikin know? E dey...

“UNA DON FORGET WE” by Oka Benard Osahon

UNA DON FORGET WE   DSC* na dust for sky. Wen rain fall, na portor portor for grand. Pippo just dey mash am, dey pass; Nobodi dey ask am...

“Limbo” by Stanley Princewill McDaniels

LIMBO   Tonight, I am a solid dissolving in water. I am the ghost among you. That is the Thing with being invisible. I am desert. I have no water. Everything is always going. Nothing...

“I Read of Massacres” by Neil Creighton

I Read of Massacres   When I was a child I learnt the first Australians built no homes other than simple gunyas, temporary bark shelters propped up by...

“New Year” by Deji Adesoye

NEW YEAR   A year is an Hyundai SUV, we often are travellers crammed in an 18-passenger Nissan bus, whose tyres are tired of tar We sleep and wake...
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