- 1.Love like an Inferno a Boy by Osemwengie Zion
- 2.Love by Hajaarh Muhammad Bashar
- 3.Àbèfé by Oladele Taiwo Oluwaseyi
- 4.Universal Love by Ekpeki Oghenechovwe Donald
- 5.Adesua by Onuchukwu Joseph Chimezie
- 6.Love Like… by Abdulbasit Abubakar Adamu
- 7.Love in Paragraphs by Chukwu Nneoma Jane
- 8.Write for Love 2018: Here Come the Lists
- 9.Love’s Affair by Nsofor Olivia Onyinye
- 10.Letter to Awero by Tomori Lateef
- 11.Let me Tell you by Winlade Isreal
In between our cracks and brokenness, we are golden magmas carved into the spaces of the
universe, a perfect case of kintsukuroi – ultimately seeking love and time to live as much.
Our past making up who we are and what we hide from strangers; the scars bearing our
victories, the memories of the lives & souls we connected or collided with.
Most times we fall in love and sometimes, we find it – right at the corner where we have
always had it all along.
Life’s starter pack, a spider web neatly woven that interconnects everything we do with
everyone else. A subconscious decision to accept the light and darkness bound in the souls
we connect with; for if we will to love, we will.
Happiness mixed with hot chocolates and cakes. To love and to be loved, for the moments
that words can’t fully describe. It’s in finding peace and stillness; in our emotions finding a
Like poetry – For every moment our pens spill, a piece of us is revealed in between the lines.
In all felicity; it leaves us to share open and it’s the only thing that can heal a broken heart.
Like a Lego game – building on itself and growing with all the broken pieces and different
shapes. Logic’s its foe and placing expectations before assembling, get you missing the
Finding a safe haven in God (Allah); and ultimately believing in the existence of angels who
live among us.
In the sunset and sunrise, in a two pairs of eyes and a pumping heart, in starless nights and
morning dews, in the rains andlightening. It’s a miracle, a light, something divine and
Sometimes the ones who promised to read us like a book, always leave us hanging on the
But broken wings don’t mean loss of ability to fly and cupid arrows still miss the best of us.
How imperfect and sometimes clueless we can be with this thing called Love. How unsettling
it is to leave ourselves vulnerable.
But wouldn’t it be a rather sad thing not to try over and over again, to find a home for this
divinity we carry within?