Our Sister is dead.
Our hearts grieve.
We are broken.
She was killed.
She stayed too long in the wrong place;
With the wrong person.
She took the counsel of her own fears.
She died; was killed; we grieve.
But this is what we must remember;
What we choose to remember- she loved God.
Her…
Poem
By Tami komolafe
My gaits were sure and precise as I walked towards Chevron, my phone was ringing again, that would be Maami, I had already told her I would be spending the night with Boda Tayo ìn Ikotun, but trust Maami to always call. This time, I reached into my bag blindly for my…
By Ode Eyeoyibo
The Rule of Law
The Law of Rules
The Law
The Rules
The Law Rules
Just Laws
Just Law.
Justice blindfolded and even-handed
But not blind and unhinged
The Rule of Just Laws encircling the beloved and empowered community— a Magna Carta
…
By Ode Eyeoyibo
I learnt to write by reading.
I learnt to read by reading.
I learnt to speak
and to listen by reading.
How to speak, how to listen by Mortimer J Adler.
And to read and write by reading,
How to read a book, by Mortimer J Adler.
It is by reading
that…
"I destroy homes, tear families… apart - take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold - the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
And if you need me, remember I'm easily found. I live all around you, in schools and in town. I live…
Every night in Jos, angels wielding brushes of light borne on clouds of colour tiptoe down from celestial heights, and alight soundlessly on a world stilled by sleep…
…then with impish glances fore and aft, dart through slumbering streets smile through windows at snoring humanity deftly duck the doddering drunks
as they flit feverishly from…
This is a poem from Dike Chukwuemerije A MUST READ
FIX THE POLITICS
A broken road does not understand Igbo It will not maim the Fulani and let the rest of us go The accidents it will cause will take all lives For when a vehicle somersaults it breaks all bones
So, you can speak…
By Jacinta Obiageri Uzoigwe
CAGED BIRD Trapped by the clutches of cultural precepts Bound by the fear of societal frowns Held by the mirage of an unclear future Pulled back by the forlorn faces of her offspring
She endured the punches She caresses the bruises She wore the marks of jest She buried her freedom…
By Leonard Karshima Shilgba
When they attack those we consider "innocent", we get angry. They (who attack) are angry too; but why? When they kidnap people from whom they assume ransom can be forced, we are angry. Why do they attack? When our farmers are attacked, killed or wounded, we get angry. But why do…
By Dike Chukwumerije
A broken road does not understand Igbo It will not maim the Fulani and let the rest of us go The accidents it will cause will take all lives For when a vehicle somersaults it breaks all bones
So, you can speak Nupe till morning comes It will not build libraries in…