Short Story: Mirrors by Julius Tunde Ige
I asked mother who my biological father was and she said I was too young to know such…
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I asked mother who my biological father was and she said I was too young to know such…
THE ARCHER My mouth cannot utter How this arrow has hit me. Deeply, Into the core of my…
ACEworld Publishers presents In My Father’s House, a collection of poems on the memories: perils, plights and  pride of…
Darling, You. You’re the lace of my shoes,High above the stars I’ll soon raise you.My bosom I’ll make…
Come to me my love. Let our lips lock in affection frenzy. Time to confess love has come….
Tell me how to live Tell me what it is like to live Without Words that make up…
To start with, before you read, ask yourself: what are my expectations in this anthology? The beauty of…
SOMEWHERE IN MY COUNTRY A wandering flutist Stopped to eulogize an Iroko; This Iroko has no branch for…
a portrait held the four-corner of my father’s house/ this portrait had the story of how my father…
Like the gazelle of the south, you are benignant. Sonnets, in standard lines, would tell tales of your…