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By Pamilerin Jacob Mid-February, I encountered a scholarly work that documents 50 women poets from 1985-2006. I mentioned this in my editorial note of the inaugural issue of EREMITE POETRY. I’d said: "…while working on an article for Poetry Column-NND, I stumbled upon this piece of scholarly work by Aderemi Raji-Oyelade and Remi Raji-Oyelade that ...
By Ola W. Halim (for all albinos battling skin cancer) i. my skin eats itself daily until all left of it is mincemeat ii. my skin is a sketch work of shiny reds, charred browns, pulpy whites, and fruity pinks a polka-dot bed of blood speckles: dead fleas stuck to glass maroon starlets strewn about ...
—after Adam Zagajewski’s poem of the same title By Othuke My favourite poets are the folks planting trees cleaning up our dying lakes & rivers & oceans. The women & men marching, arm in arm on hot asphalt & chanting, No Justice, No Peace. The folks who register & wait patiently in a single file ...
So far, we have received over 480 unique entries and are gearing up to the next phase. For the inaugural prize, we are excited to announce that the judges are Servio Gbadamosi and Oyindamola Shoola. Two poets, who in time past, have been featured in our Poetry Column. Poet and publisher, Servio Gbadamosi, is a ...
By Njoku Nonso I do not trust my hands to keep me alive. I chapel my hands towards atonement, a white stallion limping across the garden of beauty. What's hungered in the dark remains imperishable, ungodly, persuasive like a naked wire drawn out of an open eye, sailor's hands over a hairball of insomniac vines ...
Nigerian NewsDirect will be open to poetry submissions for its Poetry Column-NND beginning January 2021. We hope to publish one poem per week in our newspaper by Nigerian poets & are open to a diversity of voices—established & emerging. Check out our website for older publications to have an idea of what we publish. We ...
By Pèlúmi Sàlàkọ́ On the 18th of August, 1977, over 1000 soldiers gathered at Kalakuta, Fela’s abode. They burnt his house & musical instruments, assaulted his family, and threw his mother to her death. The music cannot be handcuffedso they try to snuff its conduit. We were all here in the open, watching,when men in ...
