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-Alfred Olaiya I once had a trance of joyous deities, clad in the white robes of Obatala, treading at the gate of heavens. With thier ìrĂąkẹ̀rẹ̀ swaying to the solemn rhythm, they sang the chorus of good fortunes: “May the treasure of our benevolent father seek after the upright humans and may his divine blessings shower on every righteous soul. Ire e.” And they danced with grace, like the Ẹ̀yọ̀s, on the sacred passage of firmaments. Continue reading Ire
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Valentine Chimenem Owhorodu, PhD Image Copyright: https://unsplash.com/photos/an-old-vase-sitting-in-the-middle-of-a-forest-Eu4R4zjcg0M?utm_content=creditShareLink&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=unsplash Listen!It is said in the wisdom of the elders: The plate made of clay must one day meet the ground. Yes! It is appointed unto breakable plate that breakable plate must break. But plastic? Ah, my people, plastic fears nothing. It falls and bounces. It drops and laughs. It carries food, yes, but it carries no memory, no legacy. No griot … Continue reading Eulogy for the Broken
Deadline: September 1, 2025Submit to: submissions@artisansquill.comEnquiries: info@artisansquill.com ⸻ “Before the printed word, there was the performed one.” Praise songs. Proverbs. Dirges. Incantations. Lullabies. Folktales. These are the breaths of our ancestors—oral forms passed from tongue to tongue, across generations. But what happens when these ancient vessels meet contemporary voices, truths, and tensions? For this special issue of Artisans Quill, we invite writers, poets, performers, and … Continue reading SUBMISSIONS: OLD FORMS, NEW WORDS
-Tukur Ridwan Our bodies are scales on which the weight of our skulls finds balance. As the sun penetrates my follicles, my head crystals the reflection Of invisible entities. Each head is overflown with the weight Of burdens camouflaged in thoughts, and in musings. You do not need to break open this cranium To know how water seeps into the coconut. This mystery makes the head the giver and taker of all. Bearing joy and gloom, I’m OlĂłdĂąmarè’s mystery tarot Whose silence grows— you could … Continue reading OrĂ’s Appraisal
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