ode to stubbornness
By Joshua Effiong while the night was still young,i called the stars to bear witness to the distillation of my desires.& the wind to wash away the debris that remained. i’ve become too old forthe body i possess. even my…
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Un-monochromatic day
By Joemario Umana The world is a museum, and I, a visitor as much as an artifact in it. From where I stand, / absorbing the world the way a sponge absorbswater, / the branches of the tree before me…
Enemies of Progress
By Oyindamola Shoola For two years, you’ve huffed and puffed.Yesterday, you did a negativity diet;today, your cure is a sunbath.Tomorrow, it will be a gummy bearthe Kardashians share,and next week, it will be a slimming teapromoted by an Instagram herbalist.…
broken verses on “field,” “rock,” & “eclipse”
I followed myself for a long while, deep into the field. – Richard Siken the field is always unfilled, forget the sunshine spilling atopthe land. if the body had wings, it would grasp the air& never let go.where do our…
(not) wanting death
By Ebuka Evans lord knows, like a child banished afresh from womb, my lips long for the flower of a lover’s nipples. lord knows i do not intend to take from another’s to fill mine but i am a hollow…
Olumide Manuel is the new Asst. Curator of Poetry Column-NND
We are pleased to announce that Olumide Manuel is the new Assistant Curator of Poetry Column-NND. He takes over from Ayo W. Oriolowo in this role. Olumide Manuel was one of the inaugural winners of the Nigerian NewsDirect Chapbook Award, for his chapbook, “Hopemonger.”…
The beauty of Nigerian art is its uniqueness — Rotimi, Founder BGT
…Says investing in talent isn’t about immediate returns, but shaping the future By Flourish Joshua In June, Flourish Joshua caught up with Artistic Director, and the Founder of Bowen’s Got Talent, Rotimi Olorunfemi, to discuss the importance of art as…
Recovering ember
By Splendor Victor In this poem, I am not withering anymore.I wake to the petrichor of soft light, and I recalllast night it rained—angel wings drizzlinglike daffodils. And see now, a garden.And butterflies dizzy with joy. God breezes by atevening.…
And my mother…
By Abdulrazaq Salihu For the people that hold me with fur My misery is a small pill,A body, punished by light& at the threshold of mySuffering my mother stretchesHer hands towards the darknessBefore it touches the flowersIn us, and my…
Fatihah Quadri Eniola is the new Social Media Curator Poetry Column-NND
We are pleased to announce that Fatihah Quadri Eniola is the new Social Media Curator of Poetry Column-NND. Born on a Friday in December, Fatihah Quadri Eniola is a Nigerian poet whose work has been featured in Torch Literary Arts, Blue…