Empty Rooms |Tolu’ A. Akinyemi|Poetry
My family house is a house of flying daggers, of rivalries and bitter wars that eat deep, scarring every memory. Some say blood is thicker than water. Turn it on its head...
Category: Poet’s Corner
Two Poems |Tolu’ A. Akinyemi
F*ck – F*cking 2020 How do we scrub 2020 from our history books? How do we fuck it off as a one-off? The labels have left us weary, pandemic torn and broken....
One Good Man Short |Tolu’ A. Akinyemi|Poetry
The memories are not faint – our larger-than-life father whose kindness spreads like river sand has crossed to the other side. Father. Hero. Grandfather. The epitome of love whose life shines brighter...
At my Death|Tolu’ A. Akinyemi|Poetry
Do not shed false tears at my death, do away with your solemnity of hypocrisy. I came as a lonely stranger to unfamiliar terrains draped in unbridled innocence. This body, this spirit,...
Broken Piece | Tolu’ Akinyemi | Poetry
Our Love could have been as clear as spring water But her fountain had been polluted by streams of hate. This could have been paradise but I spend my days in regret...
A Miracle & Song of Songs | Samuel Ajani | Poetry
{A MIRACLE} I’ve seen a golden pheasant, Flying around in its colorful splendor, Spreading its wing With every single feather glowing. I’ve seen a gazania, In brilliant shades Of orange and yellow,...
Pangs of Sorrow | Tolu’ Akinyemi | Poetry
Adeoti’s lifeless body, laid still like an effigy. The cries from the depth of his soul reverberated the atmosphere. The dreary sky wore the colour of intense grief: Burning red. He can...
In conversation with leading African Voice—Dami Ajayi, the Poet and Medical Doctor taking African Literature to greater heights.
Bio: Dami Ajayi studied Medicine and Surgery at Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife, Nigeria where he co-founded Saraba literary magazine. His first volume of poems, Clinical Blues, longlisted for the Erbacce Poetry Prize,...
COVID TOO | Oloyede Michael Taiwo | Poetry
THE SKIES HAD A FALLEN COUNTENANCE TODAY TOO. HIS BIRDS GOT ENTANGLED IN THE CRUSHING SNARE OF THE CROOKED FOWLER TOO. THE HEN DID NOT COME HOME TO ROOST TODAY TOO. HIS...
The Lion met Luckins | Tolu’ Akinyemi | Poetry
I once looked beaten. Damn! I was thrice lucky. Serve me three apples for breakfast and some snakes for dinner. A life of iffiness was lurking. Until the Lion met Luckins! The...