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by Ridwan Atolagbe A piece of a broken reflection Slaving under the unattractiveness of the sun What a halt to the insensitiveness of the mind? Drown in the sea of its own uncertain thoughts My look with an assertive pride What a... Read More
Twenty authors of African Descent come together this season to share romantic stories of love awakened, renewed, and forgotten. These authors live across the globe and include bestsellers and emerging writers. Featuring clean romance, hot sexy... Read More
He came with pretense, Claiming to be what he's not, His speech and actions incongruent, Like a very corky predator, He waited till he got the opportunity to pounce on his prey. She was as innocent as a child, With a clear mind, Without a doubt... Read More
In my spooky clumsy closet Lies the dull sulky puppet Towing the wanderland Watching the whirlwind As it brushes on the face, nostalgia And cuts the mind with the soggy idea Under my smile Is the bud that tastes bile Locking up the biting... Read More
The Cosmos is a beautiful place As beautiful as it is, there are toils we face Every passing day, we strive to be better And also try to get stronger When push comes to shove, family and friends turn strangers While strangers become... Read More
There’s this thing everyone in Lagos is acquainted with, something whose only job is to provoke. It stares you in the face with empty eyes giving no care to your social status, your health problems, or your efforts to revoke your financial... Read More
Lagbaja has been taken We search so tey we tire But we can’t find him anymore The high places have been halted The raving sun blasts our bodies Tamodu has been beckoned home suddenly What killed him? Silence eats our voices Because we see them, but... Read More
To the darkest night In my heart, Write I to fall into the ditch Not always out of reach. The night in my heart To be lightened by no small light. The dark night within the clothes Battering those thoughts, Till they pick the flesh to... Read More
My country is broken Where do we pick up the pieces? We are in tears with bleeding hearts Who would do the stitches? A country at war with her self Depressed people fighting against oppression Corruption almost in a state of... Read More