African Literature and Lifestyle in One Pot
When Love Engulfed Your Soul I walked through the memory lanes yesterday and arrived at the day I first touched your palms, just like the Moon touches the face of the firmament and whispers coolness as its arrival.…
The night seems too long, & it feels like the day will break not. Reminiscing about those especial moments. All the tranquil nights, when everything about us used to be right. The night seems too long, galloping behind the evening tide, but the thought of…
It was 2am The moon was out and bright I stepped out, laying bare on the grass Looking up, there was something unusual I guessed the stars were on a break The absence of the stars made it seem like afternoon If only afternoons could…
Together we sit and watch our nation rolled into a fat bunch of cigarette – smoked off at its butts by the same belching lips of those that once promised us beds of roses & streets tarred with golds. It is only in a shattered…
How My Mother Prays in a graveyard deceased are buried with white yards & some with lustrous boxes as we have metals that are malleable, ductile and sonorous like my father’s poetic words we still have non-metals that are brittle in poetry, a poet writes…
Your design wasn’t to be flawed You were the simple yet perfect masterpiece— a delectable adornment Your engineering wasn’t to be faulted An antique so constructed to astonish every beholder of your grace, a love piece Yet, look what they’ve made you Oh, look what…
A Body in Pain: ‘I thought I would never write this story,’ with these words Akachi Chukwuemeka begins his masterpiece ’16 Notes on How To End a Life’. I too thought I would never write this piece. I have had this idea for a long…
This is not the first time I scroll through our chats on WhatsApp Or subconsciously part my lips into a smile as I do so ‘Making you happy makes me happier…’ ‘What we have is beautiful and you’re even more beautiful…’ Once again, I lose…
It’s another evening and the bed of a little child lies empty, cold, uninhabited some said the parents were negligent the child too quiet and the story, a mere fabrication but those who know no one bids evil welcome when it visits are out on…
This is the story of the men I thought I loved Men so wonderful and lovely, Adonis would weep Tis a tale of love mixed with pain The men I thought I loved are special Worthy of love so pure, elves would be jealous If…
