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Mama Africa

By Ruth: Mama Africa Africa oh! Africa my home. Home of my acestral being. Shimmering beauty of dark melanin. Mama Africa here you reside. In rare ancestral beauty. Mama Africa oh! mama. Endowed with great strength. You effortlessly tilled the…

Chronicles Of A Soldier

By Ruth: Dedicated To All The Soldiers. Title– Chronicle Of A Soldier. We were sent to war Thousands and thousands of us. To fight for the peace of our nation. A nation filled with tribalism. To restore peace and lost…

Felo-de-se

By Ruth: I am beginning to feel there’s no God. If there is, does he love me, care for me and have something great for me in store while I faced the kind of unpleasant childhood I had? The maltreatment…

If It Weren’t For You.

By Ruth: If It Weren’t For You. If it weren’t for you I’d think the world’ s same. Blinded by my ignorance Wallowed in my worst pass. Buried in the injuries of yesterday. We met I hated you but you…

Light Of The World

By Ruth: Light Of The World . Whatever said by man. Your ways so different from ours. That we have to ponder and wonder. Your great dazzling features Our corporeal eyes can’t behold. You are the word in the world.…

Mama Sikira

By Ruth: Light Of The World . Whatever said by man. Your ways so different from ours. That we have to ponder and wonder. Your great dazzling features Our corporeal eyes can’t behold. You are the word in the world.…

The African Girl Child

By Ruth: The African Girl Child. “ mummy, please what those pussy mean?” I rememberd asking my mum while I was eight years old. “ It’s a cat” my mum replied reluctantly. “ No, mummy it’s not. My friend at…

Deep Scars

By Ruth: Deep Scar “ You bastered, you evil spoilt child, what were you doing with your dad?!” An angry Mrs. Daura Smith yelled at her fifteen year old child. “ He forced me” the young girl prattled. “ Shut…

Zainab

By Ruth: “Zainab! Zainab!!” Maman Zainab, a young woman in her mid-twenties, tightly dressed and covered, walked swiftly toward a thatched room. She looks worried yet angry. “Zainab, Zainab,” she whispered while searching round the abandoned and unkept thatched room.…

Eminent.

By Ruth: Being An Eminent.   We all  have our different dreams. The insatiable desires to be known, loved and wanted. The sweetness that comes with power and wealth is really over whelming, it’s like being drunk in the sweetness…

Mummy and Daddy

By Victoria B. Willie: “Let’s play ‘Mummy and Daddy'”, he heard his 8-year old son, Armani, say to the other kids around and immediately, the alarm in his head beeped. “Nobody plays ‘Mummy and Daddy’ in this house”, he ordered,…

Infinite Love (Novel)

By Adeabdul: A Chance Meeting The young man seated behind the okada rider was using his hand to shield the man’s face from the rain. It was a light drizzle but riding on a motorbike made the water droplets feel…