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Libation

By Blessing Omeiza OjoTo ride tandem on a world built on revolution, our ancestorsmust first unlimber in their graves, & our gods must declinered things, like blood — that of my brothers, of the innocent birds,of lambs — like palm…

The Hymn We Need is The Pure God of Madness

By Osahon Oka The modern age has partitioned the skyinto insurmountable edges, borders that hum in their aloof country with our secrets.Roads sleep like a dazed animal, thunderstruck by the constant fragile hurtling, the screaming metal god.Heaps of gravel and…

Like a comet on a horizon

By Michael Amos Imona Beneath Niger’s twilight, I roam throughveiled horizons. My lens, a witness to dusk’squiet descent; a silent pilgrimage where shadowsblur, and she—my imagined divinity—breathes. Her gaze is the night’s lust for light; an unchartedriver swollen with ache,…

Love Abecedarian

By Clement Abayomi Ache begins at the denouement of love. Today, theBleak sky mirrors the gracelessness of my ashen eyes.Coffee tomorrow is the taste of a blood-soaked bile, & myDay-long dreams yearn to liquefy like sugar in hot oil.Eyes, glittering…

Transcendence 

By Emmanuel Somtochukwu FerdinandAt the door leading into Badagry Museum, I was stirred by the somberness of the black air. Every whoosh of the wind was the lamentation of the dead. All the ghosts that had travelled through past events welcomed…

Femicide runs into bodies like water

By Pacella Chukwuma- EkeThe grass has drunk more water from split veinsthan from rain. I know it is not philosophicalto begin a poem with blood. But yesterday,a sister ran into a field behind the sun, to catch a star,and drowned.…

Lyric to my drowning

By Naomi Nduta Waweru I feel God is a river, and when we want, we can run to him for drowning.– Akpa Arinzechukwu except, the waters never learned the intonations to my soft splashes.like the tides, i wanted to touch…