For Country, Poetry

BLACK FRIDAY

Yesterday, the sun forgot to shine on Paris The clouds held rain from Ethiopia Japan was shaken to its roots Nigeria remains in denial And Lebanon cannot sleep It seems the nights are no longer lit by the stars Even the moon seems to have fallen asleep The days are filled with screams of disbelief… Continue reading BLACK FRIDAY

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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

NI BAGA (I Am Baga) — A Poem

I am not alone, I know: never alone The corpses littered herein are my own They keep me company while asleep peacefully Today, their struggles have ended finally Ye children left standing, come around! I will tell all of ye a tale as familiar as sound: The day upon which sorrow lost its bitterness And… Continue reading NI BAGA (I Am Baga) — A Poem

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

For Country, Poetry

I am She

I was doomed from the beginning. Before I got a chance to know my family, I was sold into slavery. My father was royalty, but when my new parents came, He sold me off like a bale of cotton. So, I became one of them. Dressed like them, Talked like them. Ate, what they ate… Continue reading I am She

Articles, Identity

Blessed Nigeria!

Hello, my name is Olamide and I am proudly Nigerian, on some days; but on others, not so much. Our characteristically green coloured passport could get me into a lot of trouble at any international airport. I would have to wait for hours to go through the rigors of getting searched by airport security like… Continue reading Blessed Nigeria!