Named after the late Publisher of Nigerian NewsDirect, Dr Samuel Folorunsho Ibiyemi, the Folorunsho Editor’s Poetry Prize follows in the tradition of upholding and supporting poetry in Nigeria through its Poetry Column. Only poets published in the Poetry Column in the…
By Tares Oburumu After Nabagasera If I have sinned against my own body, then let grace shine on your self-preservation. Here’s the diurnal history of leaving, of the glory of airplanes jangling in the sky. Here’s the city, cobalt blue;…
Named after the late Publisher of Nigerian NewsDirect, Dr Samuel Folorunsho Ibiyemi, the Folorunsho Editor’s Poetry Prize follows in the tradition of upholding and supporting poetry in Nigeria through its Poetry Column. ELIGIBILITY Only poets published in the Poetry Column…
after Patricia Smith By Ayokunle Falomo Didn’t your teachers teach you to ask good questions before starting any venture at all? What good is archaeology, anyway? May I ask you about poetry—yours, what good is it? It’s been 10 years…
By Jide Badmus Wednesday morning, I needed Noah’s boat to navigate Bank road. I didn’t know Ikoyi too could be this vulnerable when it rains. Some days, we are fishes floating in dry aquariums, enthusiasts, drowning in saltwater ambitions. Other…
By Timi Sanni I arrived at this world already primed for pain—the hurt, persistent, primal, poised. Born on the rubble in the wake of the war,I was no different from that childbirthed in the aftermath of the world’s worst divorce.…
In response to Billy Collins’ ‘The First Night’ By Chisom Okafor I am holding unto the past like a monochrome photographto my chest, listening to your heartbeat against mine in this untouched dark You say something about the pastnot holding water…
By Tope A Larayetan K’ene onye keni ye n’uwais how the weekend calls us in —how the neighbors tell usMommy would show up cradlingbrooms, packers, and mops.Her fingers buried in a plastic bowlof water waiting to wreakdroplets on our exposed…
by tosin gbogi what does the sea bring back to me now what does it wash ashore in its nude song of crossing and what floats on its frothing face, butterflying with the tide . . . the light of…
By Animashaun Ameen R said my deepest flaw is wanting to save everything and, in reply, I let myself break down and asked him to save me. He didn’t. The whole world is on fire so this is the wrong…
