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 our Poetry Column. This prize has been bumped up to N200,000 for 2024. ELIGIBILITY…
Poetry Column-NND, in partnership with Abuja International Poetry Festival 2024 (AIPFEST2024), is pleased to announce a call for submission of poems to be published in the Poetry Column of Nigerian NewsDirect on the theme: AFRO-FUTURISM. With globalisation and widespread technological…
By Daniel Orisaeke On the shoreline, I watch the sun—a halved-cut lemon dip into the sea, language written in the dance of waves there is a pull and I succumb. The man beside me murmurs a few words about dying.…
By Agunbiade Kehinde Definitions belong to the definers — Toni Morrison Dawn is an open book for the hopes of travellers.They say by the time it breaks with its pitcher of boon,And the secrets of its rites of passage,Let them…
By Precious Okpechi there’s a kite testing how fast it needs to glideto halt a cloud in space; a light travelling acrossthe globe like saturn’s wedding ring; the small town below looks like a network of dendrites: a littlegreen here…
Poetry Column-NND is open to poetry submissions from Nigerian poets weekly. We 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…
by tosin gbogi what does the sea bring back to me now what does it wash ashore in its nude song of crossing and what floats on its frothing face, butterflying with the tide . . . the light of…
By Olatunde Osinaike Getting to know him in the interim, and the gulf of prepositions describing the relative he has been to the two younger than me. Around, against, beyond, concerning, without, notwith- standing: all of the ways we have…
By Abdulrazaq Salihu At a lab in NASA, I sprawl my fingers On all the keys that could undo the deed Of misconception and miscalculation Like water does to dry land — revive its glory. My mistakes transpire from my…
By Fatihah Quadri Eniola There is no swathe that holds the slender back of hope, no truss to prehend its clavicles from break- opening. I bend the knee, seconds crash what ladders me to God. My grandma’s radio returning her…
