Image Credit: Prince Akachi Ah, ah! So na she be your goddess now?I don see am well-well.That her skin wey shine like ebony and shea butter,E dey make my heart dey do yama-yama. Her mouth sweet like crimson flower,She dey waka like Queen of Savannah,She dey dance to music wey only she dey hear,And dey use am wound my heart. That her voice, wey sweet like honey,E dey mock my poor heart wey dey beat like drum.That her eye, deep like river for inside storm,E dey laugh as my hope con scatter finish. … Continue reading Na So She Be Your Goddess Now

-Halima Ahmad Matazu Image Credit: Eduardo Barrios I wasn’t sure what love was, exactly. But in the gentle rocking, the muffled laughter that sometimes vibrated through me, I felt cherished, and protected. It was a feeling so profound, so all-encompassing, that it filled the entirety of my tiny world. Mama. The word itself sent a warmth blooming in my chest, a feeling unlike anything else. It was … Continue reading It Spoke of Love

-Halima Ahmad The Kano sun beat down on my weathered face, its harsh glare meaningless to my sightless eyes. The ceaseless hum of the marketplace was my symphony, the rhythmic clatter of carts, the staccato shouts of vendors, the melodic lilt of Hausa greetings. Yet, amidst this symphony, I was often deemed a discordant note. I, Malam Idi, sat here every day, beneath the skeletal branches of a … Continue reading Gatangatanaku

-Adeniran Abdbasit Adeyemi Image Credit: Jacques Le Henaff If Àtọ̀húnrìnwá could use his deceptive  Ìwé orin to cart way the  belonging of your mother, let me use my poetic words  to label your body a spice, and revive the definition  of your body structure. If you come forth for me, Stay and permit me  to ascend your pains  to the wall of forgetfulness with my … Continue reading Beloved