Award-winning writer, journalist and culture critic Oris Aigbokhaevbolo will facilitate a writing workshop where those and other questions will be answered. The Write with Style Workshop will focus on how to write reviews,... Read more »
Deadline: August 31, 2018. Send your poems on illness to The Emma Press for publication in its anthology launching in April 2019. You may submit up to three poems. Amy Mackelden and... Read more »
Holding the words in a song mouth echoes, The brutality of fading smokes into dwarfs, For the lyrics are welding thorns of tongues, That blew the songs at their lover’s lips. Shall... Read more »
They had Jumat, two Alimajiris, their cloth haggard with poverty,sick with hunger; still, they went for Jumat on their journey, back to resume their begging job. crossing the road; bike hits one... Read more »
WEEK 1 BETA BETA NAIJA Our youths dey play inside water From Monday to Sunday, na beach. Pictures go full social media, Yet we want make country beta. Read more »
WEEK 2 I can hear them The mumbling of their stomach and the weakness of their strength. I could obviously read them; their confused thoughts written on their fore-head, The sweat of... Read more »
WEEK 2 THE WORLD ISN’T SMILING In its warm laments with a broken throb The dead, the living physcre sore All souls perish in poverty great summon The earth eyes full of... Read more »
WEEK 1 Heart on Errand * Why is my eyes brimming with tears? And my heart consuming itself, Something left me, And shattered me into pieces. Read more »
WEEK 2 Motor-Cycle now this is the situation of our motor the fare is a better-life. in here we choose our drivers… Read more »
WEEK 2 LET THERE BE PEACE Let there be a new song of oneness Not from the old ruggered gun of lies That perches on the ego of pride, and Let butterflies... Read more »
WEEK 2 MY EVERYNIGHT PAIN A lonely path I thread With thoughts in my head, What made me a living dead Everynight on my bed. Read more »
by Isoboye Danagogo Let me go tell the true story I am now into slavery of choice. That same beauty she wore is fixed upon her forevermore. I must go back... Read more »