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Girls Meets Book by Lolla Ijaoye
For me, books are portals. Portals to different worlds that, although lying flat on ink and paper, possess the ability to come alive in your imagination. The first book I remember reading was titled The King’s New Clothes, and from there, the floodgates opened. I read anything I could get my hands on. Other parents […]
Dreams At The Other Side by Amongmen
Dreams are our what if’s A chance to embark on the possibilities of our talents For some, dreams are more sacred Embedded in meanings not of the spiritual But of hope, dispensation, and wine which quenches thirst Dreams are an endless void Continually stacked as we learn about the world A sword in the hands […]
Laughter,Tears and Family by Wani
Weeks after the breakup, I find myself back on my feet. Each morning starts early with a run, providing the much-needed peace and solitude.As I get ready for work, I’m confronted by my own reflection in the mirror. My eyes are brighter, my smile is a little more genuine. “I’m okay,” I assure myself. Every […]
THE PENCILS
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BULLETIN, OCTOBER ’23
Hello everyone, welcome to the October Bulletin. This is the month immediately after our fallow and as with all good times when we get to rest, we also get to restrategize. The house has undergone a few changes and those changes are geared toward being better holders of the literary community. A feat we like […]
RANSOM BY CLARA JACK
A lover woke me up this morning before heading to work I kissed them and they said “See you soon” Soon being anywhere between the next moment if they forgot something in the room, in our life and came back for it Or the next six months I am too weak to recount another short […]
HOLD THIS BY CLARA JACK
An old lover sent me memorabilia of our love So here’s this poem to hold it Call it architecture He ponders on the effect I had on him He aims to say “When I loved you, I did” I smile and in light tones and say, “I was a great girlfriend” He agrees and […]
SURULERE BY TOLU FOWOWE
I am Surulere Born and Bred with akara, pap and Agege Bread She lives and moves She is home to me From Eric Moore Towers To Mercy Eneli I am Surulere I am Suburbia and Serenity I am Lazy Saturdays Eating Oats on the balcony I am Government School Yellow, Private school Blue and […]
I AM MOTHER BY SEYIFUNMI
I am Mother. Well, not exactly. I guess what I am trying to say is that we are similar in such a way that it becomes difficult to tell where one starts and the other ends. Like the way our eyes crease when we laugh, or how our noses flare up; a tell-tale of anger. […]
Afraid by Muktar Mustafa
It is a very quiet terror. The kind that finds you in moments when you’re alone. Cold, eerie silence. The lack of substance to everything. The taste of iron in the air. Fear. It invades the brain in a series of coincidences. Like an unlucky day gone quiet. Like the expectancy of death. What […]
