HONOUR D’POET: BLACKOUT!

Poetry, a genre of literature as old as time itself. Its beauty known by many but only a few are permitted to drink from its decorated cup. The meek genre of art which has moved from just page poetry to spoken word poetry is one that can never get phased out. I have played this …

RAPE: WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?

Rape is a type of sexual assault usually involving sexual intercourse or other forms of sexual penetration carried out against a person without that person's consent. The act may be carried out by physical force, coercion, abuse of authority, or against a person who is incapable of giving valid consent, such as one who is unconscious, incapacitated, has an intellectual disability or is below the legal age of …

A FATHER’S LOVE

Yubedee Pyamene He had created this perfect brand, everyone showered praises. Life was good. He had raised his child, the first fruit of his manhood and his pride. But looking at Dafe now, his son; he could hardly believe it was his son. This was the story of Omotayo – a business tycoon and billionaire. …

LITTLE JOY

Hannah Chiamaka Ejimofor Photo credit: Olomoresoa Little Joy ran out with the other kids joyfully when the power was restored. She was happy they were going to continue the 'jungle book' they have been watching at their neighbor's house (Uncle T). But immediately they got to the door, she paused; the other kids ran past …

THE MUTED CHILD

Ibinabo Sekibo A controversial statement to call one who was pregnant, a virgin; but then, I don’t know how I would have classified this young lady. Well,I remember moving in to this new apartment with my boyfriend and amongst the judgmental stares I got from those already living in that environment; one stood out the …

EVENING RETROSPECTIONS

Spent the evening of yesterday,under the sunset;and on the roads we walked,recalling memories.Memories dressed like kids,who knew they could die any moment.Memories of how we played,under the moon light,even as I stroked your hair,It's really long, you know?The hair, I mean;And then I told you stories.Some fake, most real;and you'd laugh,and tell me how lucky …