…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…
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…
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…
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,…
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…
