Category: Tuesday Poetry

Sunday Afternoon

Tuesday Poetry

  Sunday afternoons were for white rice and fried stew. Loosening and plaiting hair...

Fallen Heroes

I could not remember which came first: the noise, the gunshots, the stampede of...

Auditions

We were catching sun, What was left of it, Under the shed of a...

Twenty-two Couplets for Eche

I Let’s start with physical descriptions, divine inscriptions Wrapped in fabric of genes. The...

Okwiri Takes Five

This year’s Caine Prize winner, Okwiri Oduor, won the prize for a story, My...

80 Hearty Cheers!!!

EVENSONG by Niran Okewole (For W.S) The heavy hand of night falls lightly, lightly...

On Dorobucci

Mavin crew, summarily Mo Hit Records minus D’banj plus Tiwa Savage, has finally got...

Salvation Way: On CriticallyspeaKing

Edaoto, a Yoruba noun, loosely translates to mean weird one or different kind or...