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A One Thousand and One Moonlit Night

-Halima Ahmad Image CrĂ©dit: Julissa Santana Once upon a moonlit night,a whisper on her tongue, a wish, a fleeting fancy, sweet and young. In chambers draped with moonlit silk, she lies, Takitse, with fire in her eyes. To hold her breath, a captive of the night, and steal a moment, bathe in silver light. A harem’s secrets, her only shield, as dawn’s first light threatened … Continue reading A One Thousand and One Moonlit Night

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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

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Ire

-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 Ă¬rĂąkẹ̀rẹ̀ 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 áş¸Ě€yọ̀s, on the sacred passage of firmaments. Continue reading Ire

Pride: Boy, You Are Flying

fly, be youthful, enjoy the grace of independence that has scratched itself into your skin, fly but don’t forget the measure of your wing’s strength, the ground is full of pebbles and stones. Boy, fly, measure well, the length of drought that will come draw water out of your river, don’t break a wall, don’t break the dam. Boy, fly. I penned these words from … Continue reading Pride: Boy, You Are Flying