Poetry: How I was designed after a broken palace by Temitope Ashaolu
On every single moment,a moment dies and another buried it In every open day, twilight dies and offsprings…
On every single moment,a moment dies and another buried it In every open day, twilight dies and offsprings…
Dilemma What do these lines mean? This artistic sculpture that lies meaninglessly on the floor The earth’s…
I was a farmer, And she a gardener. I sow seeds, While she breeds fruits. She is an…
A Ugandan, Harriet Anena has bagged the Wole Soyinka Prize for Literature in Africa. She won the prestigious…
Death not Again Death not again… You will lay your ugly hand In the lives of our kins…
for how long…? haven’t we slaughtered nights in large numbers to invoke the god of dream? for how…
“Some poets can’t write but brokenness, boys, body, city” – Phunsho Oris There’s something about being in vogue…
BEFORE DEATH DIES haikus of hope Just before death dies: I wish to visit the sky and ask…
It takes more than a good manuscript to become an author, taking into perspective the cost of book…
Recently, I was engaged in an intellectual discourse with a seasoned poet about the role of a writer…