ROSES BROKE MY FALL by Eze Kenechukwu

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 dysfunctional – I misunderstood
But we found solace in society’s disapproval.
The day I fell – you were supposed to catch me
You were scribbling on your palm with that blade.
And so I fell – To our garden
But all the roses were dead, just thorns.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I am Eze Kenechukwu Michael, a 2nd year Law student at the University of Nigeria (Enugu campus), I am a student writer with a flair for flash fiction and poetry. I am currently working on my collection of poems called “In the journal of an enigma.”

BUILDING BRIDGES FOR ALL by Steven Dangu

BUILDING BRIDGES FOR ALL by Steven Dangu

BUILDING BRIDGES FOR ALL

by Steven Dangu
These scars are the failed
Miracles of life, the ones I failed to believe
My rush-days and failures were
Answered prayers I was praying
The cup passing over me
Not knowing they were part of the process
Of my creation, in my creation, for my betterment.
No regrets now, the process ain’t despised
Each piece is making each step clearer
Each step of the way is bringing the ideas together
As each idea in all of we is making us, making
Life more understandable here
Revealing the beauty that seemed
Never there or that couldn’t be imagined.
Your smile is a healing ministry in itself
Showering blessings on blessings
Keep shining that eternal smile upon me
That lets me know how you are glad with me
How perfectly magical you are when you smile
The whole world stops, stares, marvels and professes
The majesty you carry in your smile.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

My name is Dangu Steven Simon, from Jos. Studied Medical Laboratory Sciences at the University of Jos. My love for Art got me into writing. Art is beautiful and Art is Life.

ROSE by Ndifreke George

ROSE by Ndifreke George

ROSE

by Ndifreke George

ROSE,
You please my eyes
and melt my heart
Succulent like yellow petals

that’s the feeling from your touch

ROSE,
You’re the chord
that plays all the notes
of the music that rises

from the depth of my soul

ROSE,
The perfume of your being flaws the precious frankincense,
Your eyes penetrate deep
down into the privates of my heart.
ROSE,
I would give you my forever
if you were a person
And I would hide you in my vault
if you were a thing.
What are you, Rose?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ndifreke George is a Nigerian writer whose works have featured on; Tuck Magazine, The Poets’ Community, Social Justice Poetry, The Kalahari Review, Poems and Poetry, Praxis Magazine, The Antartica Journal, The Parousia Magazine, Medium, Blankpaperz, Aphelion Webzine, Literary Yard, More than Starbucks International Poetry, African Writer, All Poetry, Writers Space Africa (WSA), Poem Hunter, Bravearts Africa and Avaitam Speaks Literary (ASL). He also writes songs, TV Commercial skits, comedy skits, in addition to his involvement in other writing projects.
He has worked as an editor of a newsletter and bulletin; a creative director with Stareesky Entertainment, a drama director, and has groomed secondary school students into writing and publishing a storybook with the title, “The Story Tellers.” Presently based In Lagos, one of his novels will be published this year. Not only did six of his works make the Bravearts Africa Ten Most Trending Post for 2017, his poem also emerged the first.
He is a Geophysics graduate from Cross River University of Technology, in the ancient city of Calabar.

WHITE EYES by Olusegun Ogunmola

WHITE EYES by Olusegun Ogunmola

WHITE EYES
by Olusegun Ogunmola
With that alluring paired rarity
Housed in new ocular sockets,
You stare at me in normal curiosity
(The sensorimotor stage isn’t past yet).

 

You poke mine in Edenic innocence
(Your circumcision is still rather fresh),
I envy yours— its intimidating whiteness—
My own time they tempt me to refresh.

But white is only beautiful

For as long as it is unstained;

It is red, brown, black, purple…

That aren’t so averse to stain.

 

Those who have learned to hear

Every tick of the clock in a day,

For bread  to eat and raiment to wear,

Don’t have your kind of eyes today.

 

Eyes, which, on days long as months

Befriend smokes from hearths of clay,

Frying garri*, akara**— for peanuts—

Are now fiery as the Lord’s terrible Day.

 

Those who have emptied the library,
Just to earn a number—an alphabet too—
Mere songs in your own nursery—
Don’t own white eyes, I can bet you!
Your father’s are bloodshot with alcohol,
Your mother’s— discoloured by tears;
Your brother’s are dyed red with tramadol,
And your sister’s— tainted by fears.
Your eyes may not be pure forever,
They will be stained willy-nilly;
But let Nature be their own tinter,
Not your wrong; not your folly!

 

* garri: a staple food made from cassava
** akara: the Yoruba name for fried bean cakes

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

‘Segun ‘Mola (Olusegun Ogunmola) is a budding poet, singer, songwriter, and musician. He chooses to see his works as media for baring his mind on various subjects, from the perspective of his faith and convictions. He places much value on “little things”, as he believes that great things more often than not emerge from the seemingly small and insignificant ones. He is inspired primarily by personal vicissitudes, society, and relationships (with God and man). He is a graduate of University of Ilorin, Nigeria, where he studied Health Education.

HOW COULD I FAIL TO SEE by Kariuki wa Nyamu

HOW COULD I FAIL TO SEE by Kariuki wa Nyamu

HOW COULD I FAIL TO SEE?

by Kariuki wa Nyamu

Neema,
How could I fail to see
you weren’t the usual urban girl
whose ways are not up to scratch?
How could I fail to see
the patient waiting for each other
to get done with school?
How could I fail to see
the right timing of
our budding affection?
How could I fail to see
the immensity of adoration
embedded in our interactions?
How could I fail to see
we could modestly put up
with each other’s flaws?
How could I fail to see
you and I inserting gold rings
into each other’s finger?
How could I fail to see
our household could
turn out an envy of many?
How could I fail to see
your affability, chastity,
moderation and industry?
How could I fail to see
your African gorgeousness
could eternally charm me?
How could I fail to see
the likely strength of our matrimony
till the end of Time?
Anyhow Neema dear
you’ll have to pardon me
for fruitfully failing
to put in the picture
what the future holds.
After all
I’m just
a man.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kariuki wa Nyamu is a Kenyan poet, radio playwright, children’s writer, editor, translator, critic, and educator. He earned a Bachelor of Arts in English Language, Literature, and Education from Makerere University, Uganda. His poems won The National Book Trust of Uganda (NABOTU) Literary Awards ‒ 2007 and in 2010, while in third-year, he won Makerere University Creative Writing in the Contemporary World Competition for the best collection of poems. He is published widely both in print and online, in anthologies such as A Thousand Voices Rising, Boda Boda Anthem and Other Poems, Best New African Poets 2015 Anthology, Experimental Writing: Volume 1, Africa Vs Latin America Anthology, Best New African Poets 2016 Anthology, Africanization versus Americanization: Volume 1, Africa Vs North America Anthology, Writing on Language, Culture and Development: Volume 1, Africa Vs Asia Anthology, Kreative Diadem, Praxis Magazine, The Wagon Magazine, Jalada Africa, Poetry Potion, The Mamba Journal for African Haiku: Issue IV, besides co-authoring a Children’s poetry and short story Anthology titled When Children Dare to Dream. Kariuki, who also won the Babishai Niwe 2017 Haiku Prize, is presently pursuing a Master of Arts in Literature at Kenyatta University, Kenya.

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