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!…
Caesura: A Poem By Nigerian Poet, Jide Badmus
Jide’s poem, “Caesura” closely resembles a skilled short distance athlete. The poem starts off on its strongest foot and speeds through the reader’s mind with such gusto that won our admiration at the first read. What is more commendable is how the poem arrives at…
Chukwu Emmanuel: On This Side, I Call My Body A New Name
my therapist calls me fragile/ meaning after she checks on me/ she still concludes i’m broken.– for N. I have never been afraid to tell my story/maybe this way I will know this body better/& my fears made easy and accessible/like how it is a…
Gabriel Dkings: Slavery
Once we were slavesSold to the tragedy of lifeBeaten by the rain of sorrowSailed on the boat of difficultyLost in the forest of fearFound in the middle of confusion Where frustration became our new names Our minds were chained with liesSo we sang songs with…
Gideon Emmanuel: Cobwebs
How do our lives dangle in the scale of fate, Scared of a balanced end in the trap of death How does our conscience lay ambush to our trust And our mistakes like preys, lay When shall our thoughts be free from lust And our…
Naphtali Festus Adda: insomnia
the night is here again, my body is perfumed with a cologne of thoughts, of grief, & of grief still – the rain of the eyelashes is falling lightly lightly on my cheeks it’s 10:39 PM already & my brother – a sleepy-snorer is calling…
Saturday Self-Scrutiny
People say I use a lot of biblical allegories. Isn’t it something we should expect from a girl who at childhood, ate from the pages of the good book and shared its juice with anyone who cared to have some? It is true that my…
How we Spell Home, A Poem By E. Ogwiji
‘How we Spell Home’ is a gripping poem about the chaos and unrest in the poet’s home country. What else should a poet do when all the synonyms of ‘home’ she knows are words that unsettle her? Trapped in this poem, are many stories of…
Nearly Half a Decade With Poetry & Here is What’s Next!
People often ask when I tied the knot with poetry. In response, I would raise two or three fingers. But this year I am having to raise four fingers. And I can hardly believe I stayed with it so long. Many times in this year,…
