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i falter not professing a desire felt for agesaired from the lungs that longs for the breath through a blissful kissindebted to the attention paid by the words coined from the purest of it emotionfallen for the voice that sings jazz in silence,orchestrating an ode in symphonywinked eyes of euphelia praises and set the soul …

Miserere

I prowled to the cliff where every despondent heart leapt to their death, hoping a jump vows fealty with peacegushing into the sea at dark to be woken at heyday stripped of every morsel of flurry ensconced in conundrum. solacing in silence on my troll to this mischievous escapade.

Luscious

she sprout out of the spring unannouncedgiving silence a voice that wails from withinher words haptics the soul of my world, calming the amok to spurt violence,dashing words that blooms on a Sunday morning,efficacious to the thoughts of her imaginationmarvelled by the emotions she flaunts before we lurked,sequel to sleepless and relentless nightsengulfed with words …

Luscious

she sprout out of the spring unannouncedgiving silence a voice that wails from withinher words haptics the soul of my world, calming the amok to spurt violence,dashing words that blooms on a Sunday morning,efficacious to the thoughts of her imaginationmarvelled by the emotions she flaunts before we lurked,sequel to sleepless and relentless nightsengulfed with words …

Luscious

Heidi

She's truth to the lies a grown man toldThe looks in her eyes glitters in persuasion before she speaksHer pure heart sweetens the savor of the brittle,Lacerating every contusion inflictedHer presence floods gaiety like rain to the flowers: she breathe life with her heart shaped smile as a retribution to long-sufferingWith her touch she calms …

A BLACK MAN

I'm a black man who means no harm,but scared of walking this very street as a freeman,hunted by men who sees my skin color a threat like it's been equiped with a nuclear weapon that puts the world at risk. I'm a black man who cried with and for a black woman,stripped from her nine …

Rise

She finally opened her eyes and the first thing that she saw was the lights, she has gotten used to being rushed to the E.R, but this time it was different she was unconscious for 12 hours with fears that she might go into a coma with time. She turned and the first person she …

Purple Matter

How you came in and ruined my misery still remains a mystery, The only voice that spoke love, echoed from the aura of my loneliness, darkness was the light that blinded my sight, a loner that wandered round the edges of feelings mixed with heresy to conviction... I remember my smiles low as frowns, clowned …

BOYS(DEMI GODS)

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Diaries of A Yoruba feminist

My name is Zainab and though I am not Yoruba,I am a feminist.We will go into where I come from later…lol. This are my observations of how girls in a Yoruba family are treated,please do well to comment about your own experiences below.
Okay so it’s always very funny how the males in Yoruba homes….and when I say the males including son-in laws and male friends of the children are usually placed on this invisible pedestal and are treated like kings if not mini gods. I was chatting with a friend of mine and he told me that his mother treats him like her husband and treats his father like a demi god. We laughed it off that day but trust me it wasn’t funny,because in these same homes girls are made to act in certain kind of ways,sit in a kind of way,talk in a kind of way,dress in…

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