Sticky post

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

Sticky post

Eulogy for the Broken

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

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

A Shaman Tells His Memoir

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