Poem: Olookun.


Olóòkun I am a roaming Roman in the Rome of love Robe me in your robe of love. Let me be the dust in your vortex whirling wind of love I am nothing but dust, let me rust in your love. Note: Olookun, is a Yoruba goddess.  She was one of the wives of Sango. …

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Poem: Castles of honeycomb


CASTLES OF HONEYCOMB Akanji! It is a poet's pondering in his pond of thoughts thoughts of who the architect,bricklayers and carpenters of hearts hearts,hearts of art,hearts of beauty hearts,the earth that hearth castles castles of honeycomb,Oceans Oceans of honey,Oceans that harmattan's she-sun harms not,oceans that flow fore-forever. Akanji! In my wondering wanderings I wonder wander …

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AFRITALKS POETRY CONTEST


AFRITALKS POETRY CONTEST Guildelines Participant must be a registered member of afritalks.com. If you are not, sign up. Participant must be an African Topic: The Other Room Entry Fee: Free Prize: #10,000 Number of Lines: No Restriction Poem must be the original work of the participant, plagiarized poem will not be accepted To post your …

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Love colored


             ☁💟💟☁💟💟☁             💟💟💟💟💟💟💟 ☁☁💟💟💟☁☁ ☁☁☁💟☁        We held each other's hands,        Mine as dark as the night🕐🕜🕑         Hers as white as snow☁⛅☁⛅         The glass at the restaurant tells us          Our colours💜💜💙💙💙💙          Our skin color. ❤💜💛💚💛💝           She looked at me and 😱😨😄😃           Tighten our knitted fingers ...👫   …

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short story- Demon: Rooms to let.


Demon: Rooms to let Under an illusion, have you ever greeted a puppet in a boutique or a sculpture in a museum? That is what happens when you have not paid your house rent to my landlady. After leaving the scene while coming back, she will challenge you: "Alakowe! They don't greet...." If you take …

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The girl under the mango tree. (1 min. read.)


What happens to salt without its savours? Under this mango tree, lonely like the moon I sat, gazing pensively at the football pitch, the guys playing, and my boyfriend dribbling like a snake. The skill he told me is called snake bite. My phone buzzed, then rang, letting out Passenger’s Whispers of love. The phone …

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