Archive for October 2017
Get me some water!!!
I heard my mother bellowed at me, that was all I needed to ruminate on happenings...
Maiden's Cry by Odunayo Adenike
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Previously on Village Scandals
"Ah ah... it is like you want to watch these few green grasses...
VILLAGE SCANDALS Continuation...
I have spent days with focus
Some without it
N' I focus on two things life has taught
The good and...
AT THE END, MY FAILURE by Uthman Samad
Empty vessels, filled with noisy nothing
Who could make sense a refrigerator's airy sound as something?
Old,...
2 refrigerators by Jodekss Gloatkenf
"At times, PRAY for DISAPPOINTMENT fervently with joy as it can lead you to ETERNAL ENLIGHTENMENT and...
Impressive QUOATIONS
The truth is that she is not beautiful,
And I have told her so.
I had watched her through sunshades,...
POSTER COLOURS By Samson Abanni
Get one ackee blown
As poison can sweeten
Get the secrets out soon
Gun's in the hand's power
Eggs spoilt...
Dead-march by Jodekss Gloatkenf
It was in the midnight when utter somberness would gag the noisome wide mouths of the daylight and...
VILLAGE SCANDAL by Jodekss Gloatkenf
I’ve
battled with this so called gift ever since I was young. Sometimes I blamed my
mum for bringing...
THE EYES BY Moyosoreoluwa Ogunyemi
Great are those hairsYou'd hear tho' shame's on 'emDropping shoulders, short or longof 'em literary...
Legacy Mix by Jodekss Gloatkenf
The Journal of a Pengician (Review)
By Uthman Samad o.
The Journal of a Pengician by Jodekss...
REVIEW OF THE JOURNAL OF A PENGICIAN WRITTEN BY JODEKSS GLOATKENF
2018 Commonwealth Short Story Prize
Open for entry 1 September – 1 November 2017
Awarded for the...
2018 Commonwealth Short Story Prize
It was on a Monday morning, she got up after series of sleepless nights and the late hour nightmares,...
THIS LOVE by Moyosoreoluwa Ogunyemi
Bats were chirping quiet loudly in the air that midnight. The silence that moment had had the semblance...
Mother Suwa by Jodekss Gloatkenf
she grows with groans,
of what septuagenarian long fit
did to her throat.
no one listens to her,
not...
that girl will grow.
Ars Poetica is a poem that explains the “art of poetry,” or a medidation on poetry using the form...
Ars Poetica 1 by Jodekss Gloatkenf
Cuss is when thy thunderous stick seekin' P's
Openings is encased for a scrotum for broken bottles
So...
P and V by Jodekss Gloatkenf
Poets in Nigeria (PIN) in partnership with Festival Poetry Foundation (FPF) is pleased to announce...
CALL FOR ENTRIES: KEN EGBAS PRIZE FOR FESTIVAL POETRY CALABAR 2017
Minimie:
All days with 'em and their promising rays and quite guises in pretence and before Jack Robinson...
The Canoe and the canoer by Jodekss Gloatkenf
"We live keeping repute, keeping it or not keeping it: we die, it lives on or dies on."
"Every...
Think Exist
Nefelibata
The witches - those worthless wenches
Drenching the arid wet with wetting the drenched...
Nefelibata by Jodekss Gloatkenf
Bi beeko bamigba bi baba ti fe bi bibeli ti ba
Ani opo ope loye enu omo eniyan toku iseju aaya fun...
Scansion in Yorùbà language by Jodekss Gloatkenf
...BUT if you will not regard my laws and me as your God
But praise the stone, the wooden woman...
Deuteronomy 28 vs 15-68 by Jodekss Gloatkenf
"There's language in her eye, her
cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton
spirits look...
