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 cave it body from the mayhem of…
On every single moment,a moment dies and another buried it In every open day, twilight dies and offsprings cave it body from the mayhem of…
Dilemma What do these lines mean? This artistic sculpture that lies meaninglessly on the floor The earth’s hissing, who can understand? A downpour of…
Recently, I was engaged in an intellectual discourse with a seasoned poet about the role of a writer within a culture. The exchange was instructive,…
for how long…? haven’t we slaughtered nights in large numbers to invoke the god of dream? for how long are we going to stone the…
Death not Again Death not again… You will lay your ugly hand In the lives of our kins In tears our heart is maim Song…
Send my love a gift There are moment I cherished Wished not gone…
For some few seconds down these paragraphs, let me borrow you, as a writer, to paint the illustration below. You have a table secured at…
The Yoruba cultures hold within it powerful words, rhythms and strong proverbs that rebukes and at the same time draws you back to it. Teni…
Modesty Zulikha, Know that what I speak to you regarding your modesty goes beyond what you see Is not just about your chastity And obviously…
LONELY MAN WITH NO PROMISES My heart is made of glasses In it, I drenched my lonesomeness Ready to cut you in pieces With rage…