By Adesiyan Oluwapelumi Somewhere in Orita Merin,there is a boy with kinky Afro-hairdo and willowy legs,waltzing through the kerb on Nike sneakers.There is a fluency to the rhythm of his feet.His ears plugged into headsets as thoughto unmute the ambient…
Named after the late Publisher of Nigerian NewsDirect, Dr Samuel Folorunsho Ibiyemi, the Folorunsho Editor’s Poetry Prize follows in the tradition of upholding and supporting poetry in Nigeria through its Poetry Column. Only poets published in the Poetry Column in the…
By Adesiyan Oluwapelumi I am sick of being okay. Term it my ingratitude. I confess, grace is the sharpest item I have ever touched. Go ahead, call me peeled skin, euphemise my sorrow. Say to my face, mercy tutors the…
