The last time they saw rain was six months ago. This was why when the wind blew that evening, and dust rose to fill the air, children got excited and ran out of their houses to play Otori – A game of hide and seek. They liked that the dust obscured the view of the […]
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Today, I lost my job. I was fired with kind words on paper… I remembered my heart skipping a beat when the head teacher told me the administrator wanted to see me. For the past two weeks since I had been there, it had been one thing or the other and I was quite sure […]
Recently, at an event I attended – Farafina’s literary evening, there was this dance group (I don’t know their name but they dance really well) that performed to a Spoken word poetryrendered by Efe Paul. They somehow found a way to mash up choreography with poetry using an apt chorus that stole my attention from […]
Photography by Dhammie Concept… Mama had sent me to get ekor from Mama Dami’s place. She told me to hurry as it was breakfast for everyone. I quickly went out in the knickers and red top I already had on and did not bother with slippers as I did not have any that was not […]
Oludewa, they call him. ‘He has returned’. It is said that upon his birth, a shooting star fell. The moon was unusually full and bright, turning night into day. Despite the brightness, the night seemed longer than usual; and the animals […]
Forget them not, The ones whose lives were stolen In the early hours of that Abuja morning Forget them not The girls whose dreams met with mares amidst the wakefulness of the Chibok night Those whose souls constantly float Through the tunnel in the same vain, Forget them not. Remember his last words, Remember her […]
My shoulders hang low So low, they almost meet my breasts My face long, my eyes a pool of salty water Stuck there like stagnant water No apparent reason Though not entirely clueless Perhaps a dark halo looms My heavy heart, void of rhythm My hollow belly, void of meal Not dead, definitely not hungry […]
Everyone talks about their firsts. If nothing else, we at least try to remember some of them. Our first steps, first kisses, first love or first sex even. Either way, we can all agree that there is something […]
Words by Roli 