Agbowo Art The Simple Trick of Becoming A Mad Man African Art Kanyinsola Olorunnisola

The Simple, Scientific Formula for Becoming a Mad Man- Kanyinsola Olorunnisola

“Blessed are the mad, for they shall inherit the future” – a yet-to-be-authored book. -1 I only recently began learning the mathematics of insanity, that elusive and precious gift of madness. I am now a[…]

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Nefelibata Oluwatosin Babatunde Agbowo Art Literary Art

Nefelibata | Oluwatosin Babatunde-olotu

NEFELIBATA   Last night, whilst I slept I sojourned the land of dreams in my dream, I was a man and my name was Nefelibata I had a wife and a fluffy dog my dog[…]

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Cigarette Butt Agbowo Art Nduka Akpe Literary Art

Cigarette Butt | Nduka Akpe

I   Your fingers traipsing across my face taste like cigarettes Smells I use to hate  taste so lovely when they tickle my nostrils winking slyly as they curl about the stray strand of hair[…]

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Agbowo Art Akin Oseni Wole Soyinka JP Clark Chinua Achebe

Are Our Writers No Longer of this Earth? | Akin Oseni

A poet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it (from) going to sleep. Salman Rushdie May we, for a moment, discard[…]

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Love came to desolate cities'' Agbowo art OF CHILD MARRIAGES AND RIPPED INNOCENCE Tosin Ariyo

“Love Came To Desolate Cities” and “Of Child Marriages and Ripped Innocence”| Tosin Ariyo

LOVE CAME TO DESOLATE CITIES   Old bones are percussion instruments Colliding to music played in buried cities. Most cities sing a funeral dirge to myriad beats of loss while we are covered with black[…]

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Nkateko Masinga Heat Prayers after Pantheon Agbowo Art

“Heat” and “Prayers after Pantheon” | Nkateko Masinga

heat   you spoke to me in the language of divinity: your words, a prophecy. your touch, a laying on of hands – a prelude to healing, soothing balm for my spirit.   your voice[…]

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Toni Kan Number 14 Agbowo Art Caine Agbowoart

Number 14 | Toni Kan

      “I saw Gideon,” my sister told me on the phone the moment I said hello. “Which Gideon?” I asked “Gideon of Number 14,” she said and I felt the room grow small[…]

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"Droop Song" and "Andoni" | Tares Banigoe Oburumu

“Droop Song” and “Andoni” | Tares Banigoe Oburumu

Droop Song   shaped like a light bulb in a distant home, like the earth on the eye of a telescope lit by sunbeams greenshadows and moonlights, the egg a cone of dreams   drops[…]

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Lakes and Confessionals and Brew Anyah Richard

‘Lakes and Confessionals’ and ‘Brew’ | Anyah Richard

lakes and confessionals i kneel before the confessional. the priests’ voice is driftwood on a lake of abuses; it reminds me of beatings. how can god speak through a mouthpiece so harsh? the gun on[…]

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Hiding Father's Face Joba Ojelabi Agbowo art fiction

Hiding Father’s Face | ‘Joba Ojelabi

  Most good stories about cars often start with either a good ride in them or a gratified attempt to own them in their grandeur. But this was not the case with Akin Ojelabi. While[…]

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