
Coast of Butterflies
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 7 Coast of Butterflies I have learnt to live in stories that tell of boys eaten by their longings to be sky-birds, stories where boys do not wait for love to come to solitary…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 7 Coast of Butterflies I have learnt to live in stories that tell of boys eaten by their longings to be sky-birds, stories where boys do not wait for love to come to solitary…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 6 Flowers & fireworks there are no charts to love just like there are no charts to light yet seabirds will fill fractured hearts with lullabies & the echoes of heaven’s harp, yet your…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 5 The Magic of Loving Anike, is it the way our hearts carry thunderstorms from dawn to dusk & not break or the way our chemistry is so heavy & would still float after…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 4 Rain of roses they say love is what happens when the heart shuts itself into aesthetics of bliss. my hand is a bowl of ice & smoke finding music in whatever ices &…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 3 Synchronization the english man said it is the way morning birds are eloquent in the language of dawn nesting from one tree to another in harmony with time, with a song erupting from…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 2 & the voice said God is love my bone chuckled into a torrent while the voice chiseled out your face out of a wall hard as the wildness of dusk: this is how…
By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 1 & when I say I love you i do not mean the love vended on the front page of a newspaper, that my country cannot afford without a bloodshed, one with a body…
By Olabisi Akinwale: The Guitar Girl Thinks About My Country as a slab you cut water with knife & watch news bulletins creep into your vein & slower the music in your blood, & as a broken dream stitched with…
By Njionye: Agatha was an ocean In whose salty solitude fishes won’t survive nor does her tranquil shores desire company Her soothing breeze are Sorrowful emission of stretched sigh and outburst jeopardy But oceans are beautiful even in storms She…
By Abdul Quadri Oyerinde: Une histoire d’amour A lost soul He lives but hardly talks He is waiting for her In front of this photo of former times He, he is not crazy He believes in it, that’s all He…