• PoetryPhoto of Hypocrite!


    Just last week, we started a discussion about how only weak men would find succor in harassing women. With your claw-like hand to your chest, you said with a singsong, “We men won’t, mehn!” You…

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  • MusingsPhoto of Ụzọ M (My Path)

    Ụzọ M (My Path)

    Maned and mirrored In a reflective image Well contoured, And prominent like A chiseled cheek. Fierce woke stare Sends out roar Of a tigress’ growl. Ụzọ m amaka A beauty beholder A key and the…

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  • Love PoemsPhoto of Peace and Pieces in a Pair

    Peace and Pieces in a Pair

    Why am I so calm, so collected? Like the world outside poses no threat. Like my heart has been well-kept. Like I’ve never bled. Like I don’t dream of crosses and caskets. Boom! thump! thump!…

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  • African StoriesPhoto of The Accident

    The Accident

    “Do you know him?” a husky voice asked behind me. I turned to look at who had asked such a silly question. Everyone had seen the man fall from the bike, everyone had seen him…

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  • PoetryPhoto of Return My Pride

    Return My Pride

    From the silent jungle, There, I heard a jingle. From the lonely desert, There lies the cry of a pained heart. Are these real or fashioned in my imagination? From the mighty forest, There, I…

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  • MusingsPhoto of … In Raindrops

    … In Raindrops

    Blessing comes in raindrops at morn, noon or night to fill tanks ever waiting. Happiness comes in raindrops at school, home or play to cheer hearts ever waiting. Songs come in raindrops at chat time,…

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  • Love PoemsPhoto of Like Other Love Stories

    Like Other Love Stories

    The movies make our thing look fictional; A big, round moon, Showering graceful light on the kissing couple. Her arms around his neck and his back against a giddy wind. Exactly how it should be;…

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  • MusingsPhoto of Cloud of Witness

    Cloud of Witness

    Thou beloved saints, Thou have fought thy fight and fought it well. Blessed are thou now. Blessed are thou whose souls are bright For now I know Thou has approached God’s light. Blessed are thou…

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  • PoetryPhoto of 10:33PM


    Had I known that his tongue was intoxicating, I wouldn’t have smiled when he defined love, Saying, “Love could be defined as a tide of affection, Or a germinated feeling.” If I had ever known…

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  • PoetryPhoto of Isolation!


    Hibernating in a world of nature green Awakened by the chirping of birds on a play of hide and seek Constantly gazing as the leaves shiver at the drip of the dew Steady smiling at…

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  • PoetryPhoto of Isolation


    Like a dream, we were dragged back home To hide like an insect in a hole But disappointed when we found out we had no hope Schools and shops closed, and left empty Markets and…

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  • Love PoemsPhoto of Resignation Letter

    Resignation Letter

    To the damsel Who used to have my heart; Like a cutlass I am sharp, with a blade I’m one-sided I could be like a sword so sharp and two sided If I had wanted,…

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  • Articles and OpinionPhoto of The Future of Nigerian Literature

    The Future of Nigerian Literature

    According to various online sources, Nigeria has a long history of story- and tale-telling. It was more like a deeply woven tradition endured and practiced by the earliest Nigerian civilization during the Precolonial era. As…

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  • African StoriesPhoto of Ploy Between Brothers

    Ploy Between Brothers

    At eighteen Obiora could play virtually every instrument he could lay his hands on. He seemed naturally inclined to whatever thing or object that produced sound. While Obiora was good at that, Obioma his immediate…

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  • Love PoemsPhoto of New Heaven

    New Heaven

    I could tell I saw paradise when I looked at myself in her eyes; the gates of pearl opened wide, to grant me a safe pass into the street of gold. I knew I found…

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  • MusingsPhoto of Toria


    We called her ‘Toriaʼ, he called her Vicki She was his favorite, we were the run-of-the-mill She was his angel, we were the demons She was the white, we were the black She was the…

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  • MusingsPhoto of Changes


    Once again, The image of my future Is blur. Once again, It’s just a silhouette In the dark. Once again, I am a reflection In a broken mirror. But for the first time, I’ll gather…

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  • Love PoemsPhoto of Omo Pupa Ò

    Omo Pupa Ò

    Omo pupa ò Omo pupa lèmi n fé Omo pupa ò, Jòwó mo fé ran re ò. Àjoké, Omo pupa fò bí epo oyé, If life points her gun on my head, Forcing me to…

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  • African StoriesPhoto of At the Edge

    At the Edge

    I sit here at the cliff, my feet are dangling over the edge and the skies far seem cold and devoid. Just like me. For a second the thought crosses my mind and I smile.…

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  • PoetryPhoto of Moment of Grief

    Moment of Grief

    Shall I blame you for leaving so soon? Shall I blame you for making me go through pain? Shall I blame you for putting me in evalasting trauma? Shall I blame you for memories not…

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