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POEM: Losing Self By Wilfred Deigh

POEM: Losing Self by Wilfred Deigh

You are twice as lucky as the number seven when you're twenty-seven, I once read. But youth is war, and adulthood is freedom in a prison yard. The spoils of war are never equal to the blow of loss when you hit the wall. Sometimes I do wonder if I'm ever going to make it back home. 'cause I've come so far that I feel so lost and alone. And if life is a journey, I think I need my…

POEM: Imagine You Know Me By Wilfred Deigh

POEM: Imagine you know me by Wilfred Deigh

Life is a big bowl of soup and I'm a fork, scooping... but nothing stays mine.   Hope is a folklore I've never believed to be true. and love is a spice I can't seem to scoop.   Sadly, both are lies.   Tie me to the clouds and paint me blue, but the rain will still wash me grey.   I am a bleached rainbow dull, grey and greasy white forgotten by the sky.   Imagine you know me…

[Poetry Contest] Write For Love 2019

[Poetry Contest] Write for Love 2019

Love would soon rent the air. And what better way to express it than to pen it in lines of beautiful poetry original to you – and get handsomely rewarded for it! Write a poem about what love is, can be and may have been to you. Make sure you are super-creative. Rules & Conditions Entry must be an original, unpublished poem in English. Entry must not exceed 40 lines. Follow @MichaelAfenfia on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. Submit your entry…

The Creation Of The Yoruba Demon, By Olatunde Jayeoba

The Creation of the Yoruba Demon, by Olatunde Jayeoba

He asked, "Do I stand a chance?" She was reluctant to take a stance  A simple yes or no would have been enough to see him off  But she did a no accompanied with some reason so he wouldn't be pissed off So he left feeling unsure, but he left it in the hands of the universe  "If it's meant to be it'll be", the particular line he held onto on Bebe Rexha's verse    He tried to release himself…

The Untold Tale Of A Friendly Tragedy, By Habeeb Aminu

The Untold Tale of a Friendly Tragedy, by Habeeb Aminu

To the seed of friendship I made a sacred oath From a rational thought That seemed to be in a trance Like a floating pot About to be engulfed By the wavy ocean Don’t take for granted my portion Approach me not with an act of extortion These were our consensuses   Now it’s all different Awaken from the dark I now see clearly the truth Unspeakable, yet relatable Like the predator tricks its prey You tricked a man full…

Incomplete By Tombra Emmanuel

Incomplete by Tombra Emmanuel

What's a stand without a feet?   What's victory without defeat?   What's a bed without a sheet?   What's the heart without a beat?   What's complete without you?

POEM: Hope Still Lingers By Wilfred Deigh

POEM: Hope Still Lingers by Wilfred Deigh

As the world we used to know Has now become what we don't Hope still lingers. As global warming befalls us Amidst threats of nuclear wars Hope still lingers. Even as our national peace and unity Is threatened by ethnic and tribal wars Hope still lingers. Though moral ethics molders on the daily And duplicity and lewdness have become life's nomalcies Hope still lingers. As political wars and factional brawls Take our lives more than normal death would Hope still…

The Lone Carpenter By Wilfred Deigh

The Lone Carpenter by Wilfred Deigh

Today, I drove past the Hills along the high way, the sleepy skies yawned in my rear-view as the morning sluggishly woke from slumber. I beheld the lone carpenter in his workshop making the 100th coffin with passion reeling in his eyes. He'd wipe the sweat off his face with a smile Like he knew the world was going to end today and as death's superhero that he is, He'd be the last and lone survivor cleaning up death's mess…

L O V E ‘s  F U N E R A L     By Wilfred Deigh

L o v e ‘s F u n e r a l by Wilfred Deigh

I saw in a dream, a funeral; broken hearts' heads bowed, stood in some dew drenched grassy field and watched love in its grandeur red lowered into a shallow grave in a moody melodrama. Love had a most familiar face that looked like mine and others gathered at the same time like a multi-faced crystal reflecting countless images of selfsame object. The cemetery quaked with sadness as tears rained on weeping faces like a motif and hyped the glum. The…

“Where The Children Play” By Uzezi Ologe

“Where the Children Play” by Uzezi Ologe

Hearts! Black and beating Yet emptied of precious things That go to make heaven on earth Inebriated on a brew More committed to purpose than earth’s matriarch bacterium Gripped by a disease banishing sense and sanity And sentiments reign over mind with a fevered grip. So what if we were born At the foot of the Baobab or the Iroko Or raised under the shade of the Udala And the Oil Palm. Do not the children tell tales Under eyes…