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Poetry

Hope

Emmanuel Obokoh

Have you ever had that feeling

That feeling of not being enough?

That feeling of fear for not achieving purpose?

That feeling of fear of the unknown?

That feeling of waking up to questions & regrets

Have you ever clinched so hard to the feeling of someone or something for hope?

Have you ever thought of giving up on hope?

Have you ever thought to live a life driven by hope and beliefs?

The world is a vast place filled with answers to all our questions and doubts

It takes strength & courage to seek that which you desire

Sometimes you need to step out of your comfort zone to have a different perspective as to how you see life.

Life is short they say, so you need to Live, Learn & Love to the fullest.

What’s your hope on?

Let’s trace that step back together

Sometimes all we need is a push.

Sometimes all we need is a moment of joy & happiness

Sometimes all we need is to learn to spread love & light.

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Poetry

Black Allure

H.

Black or white; surely we are something as simple as Humpty Dumpty. But, without the fence sitting.

 

Roses and whisky; Surely, I have earned some milk and your strawberry cookie.

 

No need for drama, nor reason to cause a scene as we know we are much in sync.

 

Honesty or dishonesty; surely by now you know I can see through your lies.

 

However, I turn a blind eye cause baby you are as shinny and unbreakable as gold and ruby, beautiful as the Sun rising above the Caribbean beach, whilst your soul young and wild like lily’s of the valley.

 

Hence, me know sey if me capture and posses this light of yours and begin to caress it, your spirit will be elevating.

 

As e be, me know sey your light burns as the celestial feasting bonfire, at the untamed valleys.

 

Me find sey na to run to the wave love been bring come as thy Angels whisper about recreating me.

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Poetry

Dual Faces

Olaitan Osho


 

Read the script, learn the lines

Dress the part, know the cues

 

Ready? Action!

She acts each day as a scene from life’s camera

Playing the part thrown at her with no retakes

 

There are no choices, no breaks

Happy today, sad tomorrow

She looks in the mirror and sees all the faces she has but can’t tell which is really hers

 

The world sees whichever she portrays, whoever she has to be
Wearing a face for each part, telling a different story scene by scene

 

Laugh, cry, scream, yell, celebrate, mourn
Drowning in endless pretense till she becomes a phantom

 

Cut!
Take the wig off honey, wipe the makeup off
Burn the script, write your own lines
Tell your own story
Speak your truth.

 

Artwork by: Mosope Art

 

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Poetry

Night Lights

H.


My intent is not to tickle your nipples and then leave you wanting, nor have you from this Moonlight till the next Sunrise. Nah, this does not please my soul, but my Body and Mind.

I see no point holding on to what was, So, I seek for what I believe is the source and this leads me to a new world with moons and singing Stars.

I long to have you for eternity, or at least for as many days as the Stars, but if thy flesh and fire is all you want, verily your wish is my command.

However, my conscience pricks so i have to warn you i will appear and disappear from your sight as a shooting Star, on the night all your wishes can become a reality, thus, i am known by few and a myth to most of mankind.

Whilst I wanted it all with you the grains on my palm were not mine, neither was the river I felt I could drown in; thus I wrote you songs that will live forever.

Darling, I was neutral until your sweet dirty words sunk into my senses, thereby creating a sensation I want, thus, it was as pure and powerful as Light.

Model: Peggy George
Photographed by: Hamid Ayodeji
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Poetry

A Tale of True Religions: The Milky Way

H.


At the right space and time i could catch you by the wings when you are falling.

With the right amount of Sunlight i can look into your eyes and feel its burning sensation save me.

At the deep Eastern region of the garden, after a life time of descending, it feels like i am still falling for you.

With every step taken i feel a certain kind of way, i mean energy. Finally i feel free, like i can do anything i wish and pray for; and this can also be intoxicating me.

At this point, i feel the darkest times can be our brightest hour as i can see the moon and a shooting star adorn the night sky. Thus, i reached out midst everything with poetry.

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Poetry

Emptiness

Della


I lived in a guilt of knowing the wrong, but still choosing it.
You belonged to someone else but the thought of you being your happiest with me convinced my doubts.

You were so grateful to me for being in your life as I showed you how it is to be loved with every ounce of someone’s existence.
You shared your secrets with me and you loved me the way you loved yourself.
You protected me and looked at me constantly as if it was our last day.

Your hugs were so tight,
felt like tattoos on my chest.
Your kisses were intoxicating
They made me dizzy with passion

Your love was my favorite kind of wine
It made me high
Oh baby! How did we turn out to be so helpless?

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Poetry

Happiness

Olaitan Osho


That feeling after a baby is born and the pain is gone,

when she looks into his eyes and says, ” I do”.

Being around the people that bring out the best in you,

the feeling of being accepted and appreciating yourself.

You realize that it is not just about having money when you give out to that old man sitting by the street and he starts crying and praying for you.

Have you ever wondered how the birds feel when soaring in the sky or how the horses feel galloping through the field?

That freedom and feeling of ecstasy, is intoxicating, spreading within you like a fire, and your soul comes alive.

Do not keep it to yourself.

The world might be a dark and cold place but there’s happiness also, so let it out, put a smile on someone’s face.

Sing with beautiful melodies.

Dance to the beat with joy.

Paint with radiating colors.

Share that feeling within you.

Share that happiness.


Artwork by: @grimhunny_art

Art Title: Wisdom ( Acrylic on canvas, 50x60cm)

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Poetry

Her Story

@abandoned_road


she waits for him

as she had promised

and she waits alone.

Her ears desperately craving

for the sounds of his footsteps

from the other side

But she isn’t able to see

what’s happening on the other end

because he has already closed,

not just the doors,

but the windows as well.

Still she believes

he’ll open the doors very soon

Oh God, she is such a tragic fool.

she doesn’t know she is lost somewhere

Deserted of all her hopes & dreams

Pushed far away from all those places,

places she believed were her destinies

a master he was with all his words

spoke those lies like a player,

Eventually became her god & beyond

she invested in him every bit of her prayer

But still she waits alone there under the moon,

Because she really believes

he’ll open the doors sometime soon

Oh God, she is such a tragic fool.


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Poetry

A Dance of Her Brave World

Daniel Igenewari and Joy Ibifuro
Some night she dances
with tears in her eyes
In her brave little world.
Some days she smiles
But its only a fickle light
In the dark of heart throbs.
The heart wants what it wants
Whatever that might be
Incessantly it longs and cries
Till her being is subdued
Last night she heard a voice in the walls;
What if its not of this world?
What if the things you want don’t exist here?
She assures herself once more at the break of dawn
She tells herself, “it’s the start of a new beginning.”
But then she wakes up from her slumber of a better life
And sadly we all know;
Hope is after all only a dream,
Isn’t it?

Artwork by: IyunOla Sanyaolu

With bruised knees she lifts herself
Once again dancing to the tune of the uncaring crowd
Hiding her agony in smiles
What a world she dwells in
where a tear drop of innocence is worth less than a piece of a filthy rag
How did it come to this
She scurries up and down the earth
But it won’t take her in;
No accommodation for a forbidden seed
So precious but yet forbidden
Her heart thickens with bitterness
With panting and heavy breathing
She speaks;
So soft that it could be called whispers
There is a dome that covers all
No passage of air
There are constrictions so far down there
Oh set her free from this mad hemisphere
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Poetry

Toxic Flame

by Rukkayah Iman
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I kicked, i screamed, I fought. It didn’t matter.
I cried, I died, I grieved. It still didn’t matter
I yelled my prayers out laboring to escape
But there were no angels to my rescue,
only the devil in human shape.
Fractured in two, an exhilarating burn,
a fire you forcefully started that
still within me burns,
drought in the river; I cried a river.
Removing the breathes out my chest,
leaving me to quiver.
As loud as a new born child,
I shrieked no repeatedly
for the new born pain you implanted into me.
There was drought in the river
and then there was blood.
It just kept pouring,
there was a bloody flood.

Art work by: IyunOla Sanyaolu

And here I am again
trapped, kicking, my body seizing,
trying to run and increase
the volume of my screams,
until I wake up in a puddle of sweat,
struggling to swim away, it was just a dream,
It’ll fade away, but it doesn’t.
I have a mountain of tissues,
I make paper planes
I use them to try and escape the shame.
The pain, It sits with me through the rain,
it attacks my mind before I sleep,
I’ve tried counting but instead I’m
being chased by my blood stained Sheep,
I couldn’t escape it then,
I still can’t escape it now.
I grieve everyday for the old me,
the happy me, the carefree me, free spirit me.
Even my therapy sessions can’t set my soul free.
Forceful fire, I mistakenly burn my loved ones with this heat,
forceful fire, my war wounds are not visible, the kind of ones you cannot treat.
So I grieve every single day for the old me,
the one that got away, with a bulk of me.
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Art work by: @iyunOla