IFESINACHI NWADIKE Scene 1: Of a Car Burning; Vom! It went upIn crimson flamesRed-blooded tonguesLicked its bluish bodyTo the chagrin of empty extinguishers. Scene 2: Of Tyre Explosion; Gboa!…

  ELLA DEIN With you, time means nothing and the space between us vanishesYour delicate soul takes me to a world that makes reality feel likefictionAnd my mind elopes into…

IKECHUKWU IWUAGWU Draw closer, curious ears Draw closer, curious minds Cast a gaze upon the breed of poli-thiefs borne by Mama Africa’s suturesAn arid literary piece, awaiting the drizzle of…

SHERIFF OGUNDELE There’s a dead raton the street the people are pullingup masks instead of shroudsturning up the raised hell with the sound ofgenerators all passing it byon their way…

OKOLO CHINUA My heart holds many locked rooms within, rooms I cannot open I walk the stairs of my memories each time I close my eyes It’s soaked, dripping… A…

MARTINS DEEP caution:                a photographer must tread gingerly filming only with lenses positioned at the corner of his eyes. on Black Street, the walls are cartridge papers bearing paintings of…

ENITAN ABDULTAWAB In a sick relief I guess Would I sit back and watch it all? A pointed stick that would pierce one’s eyes Is to be avoided while it…

ADEPOJU ISAIAH GBENGA (I) Dear Son, When the gods asked me who you were, I said; You are like a hawk that flew to the land of doves And when…

IKECHUKWU IWUAGWU It is of futility a foresight To relate the Africa’s giant future site Her rind, six decades to be very soon Had witnessed shades of pogroms under the…