ODE TO A BROTHER
By A.S Afereno When Umbutu decided to bow to theirgods,Like Shedrach, Meshack, and Abedenego,This brother said, NO!When Compaoré choosed...
Category: Poetry
BORROWED NATION
– A.S Afereno Oye brethren.Come let us reason together.This Niger area of ours.That which started when Lord LugardThe bank...
Wisdom to Epileptic Love
By Okafor Uche Truly, kissing is appetency as the deer pants for waterAnd mating works like charm against the...
POLITICAL UTOPIA
A.S Afereno In this world of ours,Everything is so believable.They come to tell us every 4 years.Those melodies sweet...
The Man Called Cabral
By A.S Afereno Brighten the sky oh heaven’s creatorFor it is another birth to celebrateQuake the firmamentFor this we...
A Poem: Rise
By Ola Olawale Rise, Dear Mother Land!!Rise Africans!!Let retake our birthplaceAs it was, before the evil white invasion We...
A Poem: The Conflict Industry
Have you for once wondered why war is unending in the middle east and many parts of Africa? This...
A Poem: Tales of the Broken
By Okundaye John I have come to pour out my heart into wordsTo tell the tale of Anifat to...
POEM: The Island (a tribute to Cuba)
Written by Comrade Ola Olawale, a cadre of the Amilcar Cabral Ideological School Movement (ACIS-M), the poem “The Island”...
What’s Wrong With Our President?
Poem by Ahmed Fouad Negm I never fret, and will always sayA word, for which, I am responsibleThat the...
Who Are They And Who Are We?
Poem by Ahmed Fouad Negm Who are they and who are we? They are the princes and the SultansThey...
Guevara Is Dead
Ernesto “Che” Guevara (14 June 1928 — 9 October 1967) was an Argentine Marxist revolutionary, physician, author, guerrilla leader,...
CRY MY BELOVED CONTINENT
Cry! My Beloved ContinentFor your black & blond childrenScattered and enslaved in diasporasFor your back that straps sufferingForcing your...
City of broken promises
— Olasumbo Ajibola Prior to this time, There has been a deadlier virus that never went viral. It kills...
Voice of the pen
— Olasumbo Ajibola This pen will speak of a country Where piety is at its peak But there is...
This Dead System
In class, we sit in proud rows like members of the Mendeleev’s table. With sincere attention to our supposed...
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