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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
By Blessing Omeiza Ojo At the IDP camp, where my kitten wouldn’t agree to sleep, I laid, missing my home, my mattress and sweet sleep. Mosquitoes...
By Emmanuel Mgbabor you pull each nylon wing as you would unhinge a star from the sky’s dress. & for the first time, you watch a...
By Okoronkwo Chisom My grandfather told my father that he could be anything he wanted, so he chiseled his body to look like rain. He fell...