For Country, Poetry

One day soon

One day soon, our pens will no longer be melancholic, hoping for change. Soon our ink will dance on paper, happy that the days we longed for are here Those who profited from a sad narrative- a tale of woes will search for the words to describe the joy on our children's faces They will… Continue reading One day soon

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Mama’s Voice

From turkeys stolen by an elderly man, who probably thought eating tomorrow’s turkeys would make the festival of garri and groundnut in the days to come more palatable; to the inhumane burning to death of human beings due to the explosive tendencies of our nemesis and savior, PMS. On to the exploitative tendencies of terrorists… Continue reading Mama’s Voice

Conflict, For Country, Poetry, Revolution

Cold Fire

Yesterday, everyone that hates us was tried and convicted For stealing and looting For the bombs that dropped on Baga and the girls of Chibok Today the sun will rise upon the graves of those who rest Upon the hearts of those who endlessly hope My name is Fatima and I live in a town… Continue reading Cold Fire

Conflict, For Country, Poetry

Welcome to Baga

Welcome to Baga where nightmares live and dreams go to die I had heard the men talk in low tones about what they did to Chibok and how the nation stood still for a day and moved on Mama never thought they would come we have soldiers here, she would brag oh but you see,… Continue reading Welcome to Baga