To My Next Abuser
Written By: John Chizoba Vincent When next you come stretchingyourself into a different nameless river,I beg to connect to your tide and waves,do not force me to spread my legsagain like those that came before youdid; I have not seen my period afterMallam Musa’ prayers…
A Letter To Mother: What My Body Is
Written By: Chiemeziem Everest Udochukwu Mother, I saw your picture on a preeminent poster yesterday. It revealed your gap-teeth to lookers, whom I’m sure must be enchanted by your mesmeric smile to pledge you their support. I had to look twice to identify the picture…
I am a chalice
Written By: Maxwell Opia-Enwemuche I am a chalice full of sweet wine & my wine is for my priest, a priest I will yield my body & soul. Do not desire me for pleasure; look beyond my enticing hour-glass body & embrace my conscious cerebral…
Meditation on Writing
Written by: Pamilerin Jacob I fail miserablyat my most beloved habit. Suddenly, a stone is a stone. A cloud is a cloud. &the water in my cup possesses no ancient history. Not a symbol. Nota metaphor. The mornings are stripped clean of magic: birds, no…
Episode Two: Beautiful Pieces
Written By: Josh Effiong TRISHA “Good morning ma’am” a familiar voice greeted as she stepped into the premises of her workplace. “What’s good about the morning?” she asked. One foot in, “Hey…Good morning” It was Smith, her colleague. As she ransacked her handbag to get…
Beautiful Pieces: Episode One
Written By: Josh Effiong BRYAN It had been a very long weekend. Starting off from Saturday, after returning home at 1:00pm, Bryan dashed into the restroom to have a quick shower before figuring out what he would have for lunch. With a white towel wrapped…
of rejection letters
Written by: Olaewe D Opeyemi i must admit, i do not know too much about letters — any kind of letters except for the ones i was forced to write in school, the one WAEC asked us to write, the ones i wrote in farewell…
Will You Still Be Family?
By Joshua Tom A minor chord and then an arpeggio like a blonde on balé a question danced on my broken heart. When the melody goes to bed and there’s no strum or click, when our world goes silent will you still be Family? Oh!…
A Love Letter
Written by Owolabi Awwal To Ajoke, pure and simple, beautiful and amazing, whose heart agrees with mine Dear Ajoke, I begin this letter with everything that has weight and occupy space, everything that lives yet exists only in man’s imagination. I’ve come to your door…
