For Bunmi Afuye: An Elergy By Sunday Afolayan
A day of sorrow it was in deed A day of horror and tears and blood A day of grief, of cords and scourges The day BumBam was hacke…
A day of sorrow it was in deed A day of horror and tears and blood A day of grief, of cords and scourges The day BumBam was hacke…
I keep silent as if my fingers are on wreckage to paint the wall. I feel empty as if my mind is not full of thought to express th…
"Unto us a child is born and unto us a child is given, and the government shall be upon is shoulder..." Isaiah 9:6 It a…
A Collaborative Poem by CyanahPEN and Olatubosun David The story is long Just like the cord that binds our hearts Something wor…
File Photo of a crying mother Mama please don't cry, heaven heard your anguish Please wipe your tears, heaven wi…
Freedom is not something we can be giving Its rather something we have to take. Wake up Nigeria; Freedom await you by the othe…
It was a festival of feast, when the hero of this land brought liberty to our door step, the age…
It is exactly 30 years of your transition from this terrestrial abode. You quit and surrendered to death so untimely when you did…
Thunder rumbles The hypocrite grumbles and trembles The song of the gods tingles the deaf ears. Helter-skelter they run Threateni…
File Photo of Mr. Olatunbosun I am in this street an alien My days are numbered To sojourn In a careful living Time fl…
Fingers blessed to till the soil To feed from the fat of the land Now the fingers trained also to flip the book And savour its fo…