THE GODS| Poetry by Femi-oladeji Makanjuola [Maximilian Kastro (M.K)]

THE GODS Were you not there, when my daughter was passed around like a rumour, one camp to another, searching for her lost mother. Were you not there, when my daughter was torn from under by so-called brothers of the area, who anointed her stomach with their body oil. Were you not there, when she … Continue reading THE GODS| Poetry by Femi-oladeji Makanjuola [Maximilian Kastro (M.K)]

God speaks in forms and shadows| poetry by D. E Benson

God speaks in forms and shadows I did not fall from the sky or sprout from the depth of a sea --Servio Gbadamosi (Testament) God speaks in forms and I am a shadow in the likeness of thunder   A shadow is the other nature of God and when the sun rides the day men … Continue reading God speaks in forms and shadows| poetry by D. E Benson

The Sins of Nigerian Students Activists: Femi Adeyeye and the Others|By David-Jack Aribima

The news that kept me awake since last night is not the same as the one that broke my heart a few months ago, which later inspired my composition of the poem "Trauma". Though they both have similar effect, this one has nothing to do with the betrayal of love or trust. I would rather … Continue reading The Sins of Nigerian Students Activists: Femi Adeyeye and the Others|By David-Jack Aribima

Students Union in Nigeria: Challenges and Prospects|By David-Jack Aribima

I have taken myself back to mid last year when, in my hometown, I engaged in a very serious argument with some youths and, if you like, students union stakeholders. Defending my view, I made the following admission: "Some students union leaders have betrayed the struggle. True. Government has not really done much. No doubt. … Continue reading Students Union in Nigeria: Challenges and Prospects|By David-Jack Aribima

ghost writer| poetry by Akuchie Ifeanyi Michael.

ghost writer peculiar feeling stirs up redundant fingers; blank mind becomes a pool of priceless tales waiting to be drawn and fed to the world. sometimes, i am empty carrying myself with the grace of a barrel of echoes. other times, i am a river pouring out the mouth of a pen; black or blue, … Continue reading ghost writer| poetry by Akuchie Ifeanyi Michael.