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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
Ndubuisi’s panoramic gaze invoking the memory of EndSars, ploughing the cut on the soul of a black boy newly acquainted with what it means to be different, and the mangling of a girl’s innocence. Continue reading Three Poems from Ndubuisi Martins’Â
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
Image Credit: MW When I was young My mother told me secrets She discovered in the magic box Of her late father — buried deep in the balcony. She said I was born a shaman With Aramaic wands on my palms Everything I touch turns to stars My mother’s half-sister turned into a rainbow As she tried kissing me. I spread my palms, dreaming in … Continue reading A Shaman Tells His Memoir
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