TUESDAY POETRY

Tuesday Poem Special by Dami Ajayi
ON AIRPORTS II
Put them in labelled boxes,
anxieties that pile…

Tuesday Poem by Tunji Olalere
WEST OF MINES
Sunset shuts this circuit’s door―
Six bottles…

Tuesday Poem by Kọ́lá Túbọ̀sún
At Lewis & Clark
There's a memory I have, a dark
Trace of…

Tuesday Poem by Oyindamola Shoola
I have tamed myself from
showing that I love you too much,
and…

Tuesday Poem by Dami Ajayi
At age 9, he spat out his first sip of lager
on the face of…

Tuesday Poem by Tomiwa Ilori
Àbíkú - We are here for the Stillborns
The many matchsticks…

Tuesday Poem by Timilehin Olagunju
Up National, Progress
rusty metal on wheels,
clanging…

Tuesday Poem by Dele Meiji
In My Mornings
In my mornings
I dream of a bullet through the…

Tuesday Poem by Precious Arinze
When Hunger Becomes Prayer
"Hadduusan qudhaadh jireen, miyaa…

Tuesday Poem by Dami Ajayi
A SONNET ON LEAVING
Sometimes leaving needs no much ado
no jet…

FICTION: The Night They Came
I can not remember which came first: the noise, the gunshots,…

Tuesday Poem by Oluwadeaduramilade Tawak
1
You fall in love;
the sky is bluer.
Life is rosier;
stimulus…

Tuesday Poem by Oris Aigbokhaevbolo
Boma Sleeps with the Boys
Boma has a lived-in quality.
Some…

Tuesday Poem by Dami Ajayi
AUDITIONS
(For Peter)
We were catching sun,
what was left of…
DAMI AJAYI
Dami Ajayi finds a way to fuse being a writer into his busy doctor schedule. Known as Jolly Papa (JP for short) by his friends—a sobriquet he took from a song by Rex Lawson—the poet cum doctor cum music critic makes seamless transitions between these orbits around which his life rotates.