LOVE, YOU LOOK YOUNG AGAIN

Love not a bit with mere words Like a warrior fighting with plastic swords. For love is an application of action Yielding to a new heap of satisfaction. Father taught me how to last longer in suffering. He taught me how to give patience as an offering. He never allowed me to know an envious... Continue Reading →

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RAGE

What will I do When my spirit breaks off From my body into the fire? I stay and watch my spirit burn Like a crawling man who stays On the soil and feeds on sands. What do I do When my blood becomes An emotion of my own emotions? I allow my fingers trek into... Continue Reading →

THE EARTH AND THE MAN

I've read brilliant books, I've heard sweet songs, I've listened to touching tales; of how God created the heaven and the earth, in days of seven. The sun, the moon and the stars; the rain that washes away our scars. The trees, grasses and flowers; the humans empowered with powers. Oh! All things bright and... Continue Reading →

MY SONGLESS SONG

  MY SONGLESS SONG Conjoined. Cultivated. Fertilized. Fruitless. The soil in my womb, Have refused to grow lilies. Listen to my songless song. Fertility and barrenness, Have tussled to abide with me In my rich homelessness. The imprudence that dwells in me Disallowed my attention on them. Weeds browbeat my infant crops, Curtailing them from... Continue Reading →

“ART AND LITERATURE ARE ESSENTIALLY KNOWN TO HAVE MANY FAÇADES…” An Interview With The Author Of The Long Anticipated Novella- NOCTURNAL.

  MAYOR JAKE: It's exactly 12:15pm here Sir. So we'll start immediately with the interview, so as to end it on a favorable time. Our guest tonight is Ishola Abdulwasiu Ayodele. He is an Alumnus of the maiden edition of ANA/Yusuf Ali Creative Writing Workshop. His works have appeared on Short Story Day Africa, Kalahari... Continue Reading →

THEY AND US

  THEY AND US Cut off we are! Yes! Because we're meant to be. Placed on us was their loads, To measure our weight. Of course they know- That much we are in size. Easy will it be for them To execute their plots, Because we have failed To beat sleep off our eyes. We... Continue Reading →

I FRAINED

  I FRAINED Like I always wonder Like a lonely lad. How will our love go under Without us getting mad? How will we pinch fleshes out Of our pretty little hearts Without making that shout That could break our parts? How will we ask the sands To measure the amount Of love deposited in... Continue Reading →

EMERGE BY SHOBOWALE LUKMAN

  A lotus flower is known mostly to emerge from a murky pond, but there is something distinctive about these flower that made it a rallying point and my choice of title for this book. A lotus grows up in the most unusual place but grows in all shades of beauty away from its dirty... Continue Reading →

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