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The Rain is Coming By Buchi Maduka

The rain is coming, This I said to myself, As I felt the whistle nigh. The…

Africa

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End of Poetry

Poetry will end, That is, cease to exist, Very soon, And all poets would become jobless.…

One is not the only way

We design our future with bright colors, Perfect job, spouses and houses. Those things that make…

The End

Doomsday, it’s a boom day when the groves sway. It’s the judgement day. The day of…

Three Poems–Eden Benibo

Beneath Hard Skins Here’s a story about the boy They never told you. A boy shipwrecked…

Novalis’s Dream

Each night like Novalis,  I dream of a blue flower,  Only to find it in a…

Two Poems–Tukur Ridwan Olorunloba

Anatomy of a smile You see our smiles—we are masquerades of the world’s weight on our…

Two Poems–Chukwu Emmanuel

They say this is how a body aestivates Most days, denial is not a way to…

The World Was Silent When We Died

Nosakhare Collins The sea is bloody & deadly silent How many times have you seen a…