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“Anyone who is able to weave a good story is my hero any day” – Interview with Olakunle Ologunro
TABLE TALK"Anyone who is able to weave a good story is my hero any day" - Interview with Olakunle OlogunroAs the Kreative Diadem Annual Creative Writing Contest enters its second year, we had an engaging chat with the winner of the maiden edition in the flash fiction...
“Believe in your dream; believe you have something to say to the world” – Interview with Chiamaka Nwangwu
TABLE TALK" Believe in your dream; believe you have something to say to the world" - Interview with Chiamaka NwangwuAs the Kreative Diadem Annual Creative Writing Contest enters its second year, we had an engrossing chat with the winner of the maiden edition in the...
MAY THE LAND BE TRULY SECULAR by Kamarudeen Mustapha
MAY THE LAND BE TRULY SECULAR by Kamarudeen Mustapha MAY THE LAND BE TRULY SECULAR (For Leah Sharibu) We peel peace layer by layer Till nothing remains of our sanity We betray all orderliness at home Till gloating terror ambushes our bravest hopes Then, we start again...
KOOWE’S CRY by Seyi Omotoso
KOOWE'S CRY by Seyi Omotoso Hear the sonorous voice as it re-echoes in the distance The deadly release that murders our hearts Hear it again and again - Koowe - the horrified bird that sings and you die Hear the ancient spirit that talks in tears Before you'd say I...
CRIMSON by Uche Osita
CRIMSON by Uche Osita October 2008 Adaeze, Do you remember the way I used to hold your hand? Do you recall how I kissed you the day you told me that your father had finally left your mother? How tender our lips; rubbing off the loss that you knew could only be stayed...
IM-PRESSED by Oredola Ibrahim
IM-PRESSED by Oredola Ibrahim Burdens. Faceless arrogant burdens glean your back to a bed of thorns. ... as you roll from side to side, Negotiating with pangs feeding on your empty heart— You run a million probabilities of where you could have been, except this...
TERROR TALES AND BLOODBATH by Israel Olaniyan
TERROR TALES AND THE BLOOD BATH by Israel-Triumph Olaniyan PRESCRIPT Rabbi was a young girl of five, and she watched men with knives drawn cut down her Father and mother like meat on the butcher's slab. Sinzu was on his way home to tell his parents about his new job...
MOURN FOR US by Oluwafemi Babasola
MOURN FOR US by Oluwafemi Babasola we who are left breathing ghosts trapped in traversing bodies whose crushed spirits seek repose beneath the shadows of funeral wreaths who will rekindle banters baked in the smile of a child sucking a mother's breath shared with...
ROSES BROKE MY FALL by Eze Kenechukwu
ROSES BROKE MY FALL by Eze Kenechukwu They come to me after midnight - Flashbacks of you, I greet them with tears. These shards of glass - In our garden Remind me of the thorns we bore. We loved like fire - Scalded tongues Purple teeth marks on skin. You were...
LOVING MYSELF by Daniel Ajayi
LOVING MYSELF by Daniel Ajayi Like the birds fleeing in desert Like the slave in king’s palace Like mama loving to stay in village Like the rich men of Lagos Like the syndrome of my mind sheered I gave up the pain to sacrificially gain the heart of loving oneself...
BETRAYAL by Ken Odenigbo
BETRAYAL by Ken Odenigbo The host, says the field is clear, We wonder in fear, we are unwell, Because the night draws near. It’s time for war, little time for us to dwell. Betrayer! traitor! Our comrade, our danger, A rouge vindicator. Once a captain, now a stranger....
HOW DEAD MEN COME BACK HOME by Kanyinsola Olorunnisola
HOW DEAD MEN COME BACK HOME by Kanyinsola Olorunnisola [for Safia Elhillo, after her collection, “Asmarani”] We only mourn dead men, so why do you grieve for a man whose name takes on a life in your mouth? The way his songs pour you back into a minstrel in search of a...
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