Awero dear, No! Slay mama or slay queen Is your new sobriquet, I hear. Your obstinacy knows no twin! Since I last wrote Ululating your womanhood, I have taken note Of your romance with negritude. This time, give ears to my sooth And accord it some heed Though it does you no soothe And you think it no yield. Out your sun creeps to the West Your morality drains through the pores And lo with it melts your zest As…
In the mystic meadows, Where the daffodils scent is oxygen Your hair is the auburn fire Lighting up within me It's the seasons attire. Like the shores echoing breeze I'm blown away by your aura The incandescent flames that stir your very presence An allure of decency Capturing my attention at first glance. The winters frost Cooling our overheated stares Intensely yet intently Writing off discrepancies. We swam in our fears In the blue oceans of our…
After about two thrilling weeks of receiving entries from different parts of the country, finally the top 10 entries in the ongoing Write for Love contest are set to be unveiled, and the voting phase of the competition will commence in a few hours. From these lists will emerge the winner(s) of N25,000 prize money in the poetry category and N25,000 also in the flash fiction category. Arranged in alphabetical order, here are the top 10 entries in each category.…
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…
Like skyscrapers She comes in stories, no wonder her building Is, a combination of elegance and style. Like a forest she is made up of trees Eyes wide open in threes Two eyes left-right in awestruck gaze A mouth as a third eye in haze.. Like a mirror She, reflected dreams Stories of what he wanted to be And who he wanted her to be to he. Like, an ocean She was limitless She, was something he…
Adesua, the bush lamp oil that refuses to dry Your mild beams, sun dry leaves to life You are the opening of new foliage The happy song of chirping birds Overfed with milky grains Adesua, daughter of my natal earth I will sing your name like a minstrel Draw the woodpecker out of door Chant the forest's core and my kindred With the juggling drums of my love You that burnt your fingers for me You that lie…
Together we shall climb the clouds And stride the stars Colonise the cosmos And galvanize the galaxy Before us shall kneel the nexus As we unify the universe And rule together As king and queen
I have inked my tears, I have weeped sad words I have shred sheets of my heart and my being I have crossed trueness for refined sweetness in words I have penned odes and lores dumped in bins ... In the hood of my child days, I felt a rush In my first tenths I dreamed sweet torrents In my youth, lived the dream and felt the pang In my dying days, the times I'd revel ... Here's my heart…
Love springs Where hearts bind Uniting the knots In a woven bond With intricate touch To make hearts lit And soar off right Love is a mistress Who steals hearts And impede lusts With glances of seduction And mesmeric glow of desire In minds craving need Her gaze Pierce The soul of men And take in her Their unravel desires Leaving an empty lair Where she sows her fruits For her, men slave And bite within them…
Love is like a boy having hot porridge in his mouth. He hurts, Yet unwilling to let go. A poet folds his lover's name into a song And rolls it around his teeth. He silently chops it into letters, And sews her into a fine song. Father always said in his few moments of sobriety, When you find love, However small like a firefly, Tend to it till it becomes an inferno. Though it…