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Black, what a rare complexion She stands firm, beautiful under the sun’s reflection Green shades on her eyes, her expression Her cloth, as white as it can be, exudes radiation Life for her was so interesting Her parent stood by her despite her... Read More
Dear Laitan You possess the strength of Venus I was yours and still is As Night takes shelter with Dawn But you're cramped in the sunken place Daily I fight to recover your soiled childhood I strive to make you heal I know your scars run deep, your... Read More
Where are the warriors Whence plunged in horrors Mortals of thousand colors. Where are the curious curators Trothed with tectonic ancestors Who healed thousands sick on their corridors. Where are the witnesses to the sculpted scriptures Where... Read More
At the break of our dying days Our mouths brimmed With flowing milk From the succulent spring – our mothers’ breasts Our manured hearts Knew no groan to grasp The marbles of our fathers From the secrecy of the gods We... Read More
(i) My body is a crime scene Call the cops Cos you can’t hide the corpse Mother says I need policing The reason my thoughts, hair, face, dress are always under scrutiny is because Boys don’t get pregnant You, lady,... Read More
To be a black woman is to sit at the bottom of the barrel Difficult and callous Like your natural hair No one can run their hands through it, through you. Hurt and hurtful You remind these men of what is means to be black No gleeful... Read More
This is not a poem So don’t judge it by your poetry standards This is my heart bleeding But not on pen and paper It bleeds on a keypad of a Mac book It hurts deeply, but my pretty face covers it Perfectly! Is it just the face? Could it be years of... Read More
In celebration of Bloomsday, the Embassy of Ireland in Nigeria has launched a writing competition. Bloomsday is the commemoration of the life and works of James Joyce, the great Irish writer. Every year on June 16, readers of James Joyce and... Read More
Love The rhythm to my soul The word that cracks me open Spilling every bit of happiness in me Love The only thing I crave to feel Every morning when I wake up And every night when I sleep Love The one that makes me subconscious Ignoring... Read More