Fisáyọ̀

Adeniran Abdbasit Adeyemi Image Credit: Samwel Francis I may not know the secret   behind the language of OlĂłbĂąrĂł,   nor have I seen how the stars  set their eyes on you.   I may not witness the dancing steps of AjĂłkĂ fĂ nsĂ ,   but I know the origin of water   that outlives the river.     And if AkĂ©wì chants, his verses   transcend the … Continue reading Fisáyọ̀

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Ìràwọ̀

Adeniran Abdbasit Adeyemi Image Credit: Klemen Vrankar In my mind,a candle burns, its flame your name, its light an altar of love. Smoke rises from my heart, a whisper of fire  that time cannot quench. For they say  no one can touch the ocean’s end— so shall your love’s melody echo from the north to the south, an endless tide washing over me. Come closer— … Continue reading ĂŚrĂ wọ̀

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When the River Sings

-Lovelin Kolawole Oh, river goddess, Your beauty illuminates the waves of the river. Your shining hair heals the blind, Your dark brown skin is like molasses poured from oak trees. Oh, river goddess, Yeye Ọmọ Eja, OlĂłmi, Your names cut across nations, Tongue carving them like stones on driftwood. Oh, river goddess, Awoyo (she who brings joy), Your level of generosity is unmatched through ages. … Continue reading When the River Sings

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AbĂ­ke

-Alfred Olaiya EkĂşndayo forced me to tell a story that evening. The others, intoxicated with palm wine, chanted along with him:“Tell us a story!Tell us a story!” So I told them the story of that beautiful lady, AbikĂ©, the black beauty of Lalonpe; one of the king’s dancers. Blessed with a curvy body that glitters with the dangling of her full beads, swerving to the … Continue reading AbĂ­ke

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Memories from Night Tales

-Alfred Olaiya Mother, mother, send down the rope,           alujanjan kirijan. Mother, mother, send down the rope,           alujanjan kirijan. Night’s glints slit tendrils into hollow footprints on desolate playground. Sẹ̀kẹ̀rẹ̀, termites-loam draped, will not indulge in this silenced chorus. Grandmother, passage of your tongue; sinuous labyrinth, buoyed me to crested currents—plunged in flipping leaves; of the … Continue reading Memories from Night Tales