THINGS I WISH I COULD TELL MY YOUNGER SELF
1. Life is good. Not always, but mostly. And when it is not so good, be assured it will get better. 2. It’s a good thing…
IT’S PENNY FREE, BAYBIE!!! By Gloria
It is quite true the saying that, the best things in life are free!. Have you ever thought how much it’ll cost you to dream?, well…
IT’S NOT JUST ENOUGH TO DECIDE BY GLORIA
I once penned this from a preacher’s teaching and it ignites my spirit each time I come across it, ‘it is good to decide to follow…
BEULAH {somebody, start somewhere} by Gloria
Miss Clara bamboye climbed the stairs gently to the rooms, she was being careful so as to catch the slightest sound. It was unusual to meet…
Stand Up Stand Right By Gloria
Show me a man who settles for anything, And I’ll show you a man who has no vision. Show me a man who’s only good at…
My Crack By Mirabelle Morah
I’m not actually a wonderful person. My name means wonderful, but many times I’m less than wonderful. I’ve been told of my pride, about my snobbing.…
I No Love Again by Nature Photographer | Monday Ogar
Dem say love go make me whole Cure me of my soji, make me bold Forget my poverty, make me feel I hold Feel like celebrity,…
Midnights by Mirabelle Morah
As she slept through the night she heard it again. This thing—whatever it was—that kept her awake and kept her scared. She’d gone to sleep at…
Together We Are Better
Last Sunday, I sat in church and listened to Pastor Tony teach, “Together we’re better,” he said. I thought about life with Elizabeth Ita, how together…
BRAVE by Fortune Mbah
I will stand up and speak out For the times you derogated me and made me feel less of life. The times you slammed me and…
AFTER HERE – By Augustus Bill
Your joke used to be the funniest in school back then and everybody expected to buy a ticket to your concert at Eko hotel one day,…
The End of The Beginning by Ogala Osoka
Once, the world as you know it did not exist: a huge vacuum that was intoxicated with emptiness. Long time ago, before time was born, before…
Thell By Creative Poet | Chris Fridae
Tongues like fangs, red-eyed beings Left side grins, no flames but fire No master, no slaves—all equals No symbols, no signs—all words No gods but statue…