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On the Second Distribution of Whites

she comes in on a squall line
like merlin in the moat
pond water in her tonsils
tar balls in her teeth
she settles down in a tropical
depression
right front quadrant shouldering
in
raw-cuss knock-turn-ill bliss
I’m anointed in …

May the Odds Be in our Favour

I arrive in the city of Uyo for my Youth Service. The scarcity of traffic jams here compared to the car-choked roads in Lagos is not the only excitement I feel. The abundance of voluptuous women gives me further impression …

Last Day in Cotonou

Like every other morning since moving into this short-stay rental apartment, I wake up to the raspy voice of my neighbour admonishing her children while going about her morning chores in the backyard. I hear a rumble of dishes being …

Tijani

Tijani by IfeOluwa Nihinlola

Hawkers, hustlers and beggars pressed their weary, weather-worn faces against the car’s tinted windows as Tijani told his madam the triplets could be bought and offered to a charity. Earlier, as they snailed along in the …

Black Cattle, White Egrets: A Posthumous Review

A few deaths have rocked my world lately – notably Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Umberto Eco – but none felt so personal as Walcott’s. The first instinct, after the shock of Akin Adesokan’s retweet of Jeanne-Marie Jackson’s tweet, was …

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Her Last Sale

Credit: Serubiri Moses, 2013. From the Africa Issue

she was just above a score
when she started vending
atoms of her beauty
for the worth of shylock’s pound of flesh

then she subdued
the pillars of gods
with smiles
& …

Stop It, I Like It

Credit: Serubiri Moses, from the Africa Issue (c) 2013

 

Tequila induced dreams always go the same way. Three shots, two shots, one shot, wait for my brain to get warmed and let the heat spread below till my fingers …

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Gloom is Half-Naked

Credit: Serubiri Moses, from the Africa Issue (c) 2013. 

 

So church bells have tolled all night
Mother said she dreamt of winds that pollinated madness and
Of 30 silver pieces, the price of gold and gold-plated tomatoes
Jewels sprouting from …

Despoiled

I dig the ground for the coins not hidden there

I search the open heavens for the symbol not visible

I groan amidst green buds cracking in the wind

as the sun beats the earth of a thousand souls

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