BUTTER GIRL

By Quadri Oyerinde: Butter Girl Hey butter girl! You’re barmy in here there. By that; in my pretty, little brown-heart; Black boy’s heart. Or brown if you like! Succumbed by taunting heat, how come you’re taunt ? If you could…

All That Glitters Ain’t Gold

By Adeabdul: There’s a young boy who is mighty fine He stars would be shining bright but for the weed and wine Now he’s dead and gone and the people say. He would’ve eighteen today had he lived far away.…

Ode to Rainfall

By QUIBAOS: The Sky is Grey The sky is grey, The sky is grey and leaves From trees do aught but dance. rusted rooftops- Brown for th’re old. They jolt and bow and clap for Angry the wind is. Clothes…

Wait

By Olufisayo Amodu: How long will I go on The feeling is strange to me It is like a parasitic feeling I feel clinging to you All I can see is a face even in my dreams.. A thousandth years…

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.…

FOREVER LOST 🥀 BY JESSICA 💗 DURU

By Jessy: FOREVER LOST 🥀🥀🥀 I’ve carried this burden I never wanted to bear ⚔; I’ve loved you for a long time now ⛈ But you never seemed to notice. All that I tried, All that I wished, Gone in…

Only Human

By Victor Ogan: I think what I don’t want to think I feel what I don’t want to feel I desire what I don’t want to desire I’ve done what I didn’t want do Every second, minute and hour is…

METAPHOR

By Ifeayin Chukwu Ochonogor: Metaphor Little do i know about the beauty that engulfed my birth, but I am thankful for the things we have, for the things we never had but will soon be enough. Thankful for the sonnet…

BELOVED STRANGERS

By Victor Ogan: It’s a confusing world says I Years ago, you were once my friend There was always a joy when you saw me Twas the same for me too We used to talk ’til the morning We were…

Homecoming

By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale: Butterflies- Day 28 (Finale) Homecoming the way home is always full of the tears of memories & the road won’t give answers to the questions of sunsets, of trees, of places. & my heart is a…