Category: Poetry & Prose

Living is like a ride in a ‘molue’:  Kaleidoscopic. Oxymoronic.  Dangerous and exciting;  Laughter and tearing;  Loving and fighting;  Chasing dreams and fantasies,  A journey from somewhere To somewhere,  Sojourning with strangers and ...

Dear Nepa, I write this under lantern light, Not because I have twenty-twenty sight, Nor that I like to strain my eyes, But because as always You are exerting ...

Livid cotton Coat Spangled with Stars, Blanketing the somnolent Earth. Author - Lampe Omoyele

Shimmering silently down the atmosphere, Silvery streams of moonlight softly spear The grey curtain of night, Bleaching its dark hue And conjuring a ...

Eternity, The bottomless sink Into which The tap of time drips. Author - Lampe Omoyele

FLIGHT OF THE BIRDS The birds are fleeing the desert nest In ten and thousand droves, Migrating, in search of oases To other nests. Harsh harmattan winds are whirling Across the nest, Breathing acrid ...