Those who left the party by Tomi olaniyan


Opening my eyes to the light,
With a strange gust of wind.
Hovering with no steadiness,
Where am I?

Deserted was the street,
With trails by the unknown.
It was cold as vengeance,
Where am I?

There was a party, I recall.
I remember the excitement.
Sounds like fun but still,
Where am I?

Except I was served stale bread,
The wine had also gone sour.
The music lost its pulse,
And so I took my leave.

What’s fun without giggles?
Music’s noise without rhythm.
I’m sorry I left without notice,
The dancefloor is all yours now.

To those who left the party early

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Pencilmarks and Scribbles Magazine was founded in 2017 by Clara Jack to be a home for African writers, asking them to come as they are and giving them room for growth. The publication aims to give back to the Nigerian Literary scene for the things it has given us.