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Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu

Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu is a prolific writer and an earnest teacher. She loves poetry and her work has been featured in several anthologies and online platforms like Giant pen and... She has a penchant for music and this has been a drive to delve into the rudiments of music over the years. She has ministered along with different choirs and has also graced the stage with solo performances in classical and contemporary gospel music. She is a lover of God and beliefs "Passion is a cause for result."

My love, my god.

By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: My god, my Love. Like a nut is useless without a fitting bolt, so am I without you. We fit together in every way possible. You are the bolt I need to be screwed on lest…

IMAGINATIONS

By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: Perceived thoughts and obvious sights are tempting snares, Withholding humans far from their expected plans. Words heard from the mouth of rumor mongers, Are barricades to that which our hearts hold dear. The moment ears become…

SURVIVORS OF WAR

By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: Broken wills inflicted by the guns’ butts, Many hopes and dreams smashed and shattered. On the women cast they their lots, And the men’s brains gunned and scattered. Infants’ cries searing the pensive air, Breaking pregnant…

SOUL THIEF

By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: Muddled thoughts, stirring demons are my companions, Fiery bloodlust and soul-thirst arouse me, Stealthily, I invade innocent minds, Knocking on hopeless hearts with my two-faced knuckles, Terminating raw passions and destinies. Broken hearts by loved ones,…

LIFE IN THE SLUM

By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: I watched how the old woman was arranging the bread, from column to column, row to row. As hungry as I am, I looked at my wrinkled shirt and the pockets of my faded Ankara trousers…

Tears

By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: Tears, everyone believe, are the lines of salty liquid trickling down our face, produced by the tear gland which is located in the eye. What if I tell you that tears, rather shedding tears, is therapeutic?…

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By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: The air is stale The smell of sorrow lingers in the air A dark shadow is cast Humans wander, knowing not their destination The fragrance of hope is lost Despair now dwells in our life’s string.…

The Negress

By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu: Eléyinjú egé! Her rows of waist ìlèkè, Making melodious rhythm As she walks with mincing steps. Òrékeléwà! Eyinjú Elédúà! An epitome of beauty, She outshines other maidens. Behold! Her smile. With the èjí between her teeth.…