Small Mecca | Mariam Hassan
There is a man, silent as a stare He whispers assalamalaikum through morose breath, eyes galactic, heaven brown Wedged between his teeth is the charm every black boy…
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At Luthuli, One Boy Hums the Tune of John Brown’s Song | Frank Njugi
Across a storefront, he peers at the faltering minds in springtime, & hears low chatters of baritone voices, from those who walk with high-handed grace. The boy that holds…
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Whitebird | Olusoji Obebe
on a morning, whitebird greets the window of my room with soft sweet songs, from a nearby tree. but my appearance has stirred up a startle. so she flutters, making…
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The Slide | Omidire Joshua Idowu
a brother slides back into the mire. thunder strikes. teeth clack; tongues wiggle. he stands naked at the eye of today’s sermon’s vortex. this is what the lamb’s wife does…
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Blue Moon on the Tongue | Emman Usman Shehu
A blue moon is not found in a mouth that harbours a tongue restlessly showcasing the voice it orchestrates where there are ears or not within a listening distance.…
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Lagos Boys, Rat Race | Adedokun Ibrahim Anwar
In Lagos, bodies roam with worries on their tails like predators after their prey. In hawking sachets of water, every sweat that drops traces a line back to the…
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We Could Have Phrased Goodbye Differently, & We Love in Transit | Kuln’Zu
We Could Have Phrased Goodbye Differently I am having a relationship with a sentence that blooms unsure with summer heat, it asks: what if? Cold mornings, bird-songed early in…
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A Language We Do Not Speak | Fatihah Quadri Eniola
After the sleep of the hibiscus, the world opens its hands to sunshine – Romeo Oriogun In the house where the children now paint white with the consistency of joy,…
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Threnodies for Black Flowerboys | Tobun Pelumi
—for boys cremated, till they become an inscription of graveyard I. the boy next door clenches his libido within his mouth & gurgles it down his…
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I will grow you into a poem | Babatunde Waliyullah Adesokan
hoping you seed into a mimosa that opens to only my touch hoping I could fetch from your shy fern a goblin full of honey hoping your soil…
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