…’Joba “brings a fresh linguistic energy” — Dami Ajayi…A masterful collection of transformation and self-discovery — Adedayo Agarau Noirledge Publishing is set to publish The Ones Before You, the highly anticipated debut poetry collection by ’Jọba Ọ̀jẹ̀labí, on 7 April…
By Aishat Yahkub I’ll let my shadows trail behind, while you holdmy untethered form in this blue darksea of stars lapping gently at usas the bored night rows our soulless bodies outto shore & back, with the drifting tidesdoes it…
By Omolola Dede Adeyanju In accordance with the theme for this year’s world poetry day: “Poetry in motion, wheeling round the world”. The Naija Poetry Fest has taken its wheels to identifying distinguished and unique creatives in the world of…
By Rabi Lawal To live like a bumblebee,Is to be calm through the chaos.The world burning like the Djibouti sun.A flame for the child soaked in tomato-Red blood, mistaken for ketchup.Sleep clouds the rim of my weary mind.I love what…
…He writes with exquisite sensitivity — Aracelis Girmay…As Michael Aderibigbe dubs Stegner Fellow a “visionary” Adedayo Agarau’s debut full-length poetry collection, The Years of Blood, has received high praise from respected voices in contemporary world literature. Celebrated Nigerian poet Niyi…
By Rachael Madakan Dandi Nighttime under the moonlight, I speak of agingbonds. It begins with lust or love. The theory ofthe unloved unfurled after a backlash. A womancalls the world to hear her out. Her voice, musicin the core of…
By JL Maikaho I hear your heart the echoofdoors shutting out your armour everytear a salt lake stuck in the city that saysbe strong then gives you a red card for breakingwalls listen I too have wailedabyss theytake until you…
To mark International Women’s Day 2025, Moremi Review is bringing together an exciting lineup of poets from across Africa for a special virtual reading celebrating women’s voices and literary excellence. The event, taking place on Saturday, March 8, 2025 from…
By Michael Okafor If you had watched with me,you would’ve seen it too:7-ft river of light pouringfrom behind the throat of a projector—the customary emergence of a godfrom an anthill—refracted lightpointed towards empty space. The pixelated brilliance of cowriesupholstering its…
By Olayioye Paul Bamidele A theory goes: the dead, like the Rose of Jericho, know a thing about regermination. Say, water bears breathing in the soil. Say the flute songs in the bones of patriots. Healing bubbles the way harmattan…
