Come Watch Me, Dance Naked
Jaachi, I am the tree which died in the seedlings you refused to tend. I am a memory you cannot drown in a keg of palm-wine, for like a feather, I will float upon the rivers of your thoughts till you recall and regret the night when you abandoned a broken flute at the village square, for I am that flute and wholeness found me in the hands of a drummer boy who lost his drumsticks.
Solitude: A Poem By Ehi-kowochio Ogwiji
On the shelf of solitude, silence is a book, with black & white pages, telling stories which died on their way to the village square; like that of Enem Ogodoo, the one who spent a lifetime, oiling a flute which would play the first note…
Both Ehi and Blessing were at Irene’s funeral last weekend. Clad in sparkling white knee-length gowns, hands folded across their chest, they stood by her graveside. Blessing was crying- no- wailing so loudly that Ehi was beginning to feel like her heart was hewn from…
Flickering rays and a beam
Chi is wedged between a wooden table and a leather chair close to the window of her self-con apartment, down the ever-quiet Engineer Kitchener’s Street. Raymond, her boyfriend was keen on getting her an apartment on this street because he knew the serenity would mean…
Our Writer Crush this Wednesday is Chidera Ihekereleome-Okorie!
She recently won first place in the Nigerian NewsDirect @NigNewsDirect Poetry Prize, 2020 and was appointed Poet Laureate
Congratulations to the amiable poet!
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"This body you see
was once a guesthouse to pain..."
Self- Portrait as a Body By Joshua Effiong
Ever had a poem touch your soul in all the right places? Read this poem by @JoshEffiong
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Have you been looking for opportunities to showcase your writing? We curated some free-to-enter #writing #contests you could enter this month of April!
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