God is like that favorite red dress
she got on her tenth birthday.
she loves it so much but it no longer fits.
Her father never stopped saying she was a poem
he wrote in her mother’s body & forgot its lines.
So when he left them, he left only a note: “Don’t look
for me!” & her mom did not bother. She took his
portrait from their concrete wall, together with
all the kisses he ever gave her & set it ablaze.
Her mom took her hands & whispered: “this is how love
becomes smoke, but you must never let it choke you.
when a man moves, move on. Kill the memories
before they grow claws. Let’s dance to the music of this
crackling fire, you are the dancer I always wanted to be!”
But how could she refuse her mother’s wish.
Maybe girls are nothing but a reincarnation of their
mom’s dead dreams. she sways left, then right
and grins as she sinks, while these numbers
float on her memory,
The numbers are even,
but things never break even.
6- -12 -18
A little girl fell into a black hole,
God could not catch her-
He was busy numbering her hair.
The same girl scoops mara water
From her mother’s water pot.
The memory of that bitterness
Makes her hydrophobic
& she is dying of thirst
Her flower vase is falling,
There’s no one to help her catch it!
& this poem is an alarm in verses.
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Every month, we encourage writers to set reading targets. Draw up personal reading schedules and add more books to their "must-read" list. You know why?
Because a book is a friend. And we writers have so few friends because we are laid back and our energy levels don't just match with the ever-bustling world.
So, tell us, what books are you reading this December? If you need suggestions, send a DM. We will be glad to suggest some books to you 🙂🙂
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"...but sometimes, the sky breaks into dawn with the proclamation of
thunderclaps & gloomy downpours, instead of the gaiety of sunshine,
as if to say that it, too, is still learning the art of joyfulness."
- By @boloere_sod
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Every line of these poems is embroidered with mesmerizing metaphors. The poet @AyooluwaOlasupo shares what we would like to call a personal documentary of her journey to healing. In all, her poetry is full of hope and promise. https://eboquills.com/2020/11/19/two-poems-by-nigerian-poet-ayooluwa-olasupo/
Mustapha Enesi's (@Enesi_Is_Fine) story, TRISHA is a sizzling short story. It makes a worthy read for the adventurous. So, if you love adventures, don't sleep on this one!
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