Poetry

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…

Poetry

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…

Fiction

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…

Poetry

1967 

Written By: Samuel Junior Irusota (In Memory of Victims of War) Here: parents go to bed with no hope Of seeing their children in the morning Here, everywhere you go, all you see  is a basket of Bones__ Here, children are left homeless & defenseless…

Fiction

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…

Poetry

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…

Poetry

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!…

Letters

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…

Poetry

Jide Badmus: CAESURA 

Sleep is sanctuary—man’s trouble is seduced,stripped of its ferociousness.Here I am safefrom nagging worriesuntil the alarm shrills.The sun wakes me with a kisswhere he’d bruised me yesterday.Life is turned on, again—I won’t go down on my knees today. Photo Credits: Pexels Jide Badmus is an…