ROSES BROKE MY FALL by Eze Kenechukwu

ROSES BROKE MY FALL by Eze Kenechukwu


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.


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.”
LOVING MYSELF by Daniel Ajayi

LOVING MYSELF by Daniel Ajayi


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

crooked as there be hurdles of breakage

coming with stretches, even in beautiful time

I learned to seek my deep interest so I won’t go astray


During time of go

dug a well of hope for me to cope

got troubled in distress, wildlife of care elopes me

It could be depraved if it wasn’t on a verge moment

The military men of Israeli couldn’t do better here

Yes, I stick to risk, in loving myself


 Daniel Ajayi is a graduate from  Republic of Benin and delirious about writing. He has core interest in writing poems making him a writer and poet. He currently resides in Nigeria where he spends his free time in writing, reading, counselling and researching  His poems have been published on BraveartsAfrica,The Parousia Magazine, Indianperiodical, to mention but a few.



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.


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.
WHITE EYES by Olusegun Ogunmola

WHITE EYES by Olusegun Ogunmola

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



‘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


by Kariuki wa Nyamu

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.


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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