we will wake. we will take. we will mistake. we will remake. we work hard. we lose guard. we return. we discern. we become wise. we rise. we ebonize. Əĺļə

as a child, my father would tell me about the power of a broom. i learnt that a straw lacks power but a bunch would rid a room, house, street, district, state, nation, and even a continent of toxic waste, unnecessary disunity occupying space. Victor Oyedele

planning for years means one had the time to continue or abort. judging people by what they are leaves us all with broken emotions. there was a bath. not with water. with blood. memorials can’t bring back the lost ones. Tomide Abdul

a man is all he chooses to be inside his head and his mind until he decides to work for it then life becomes a blank paper that one’s ink can either write on or stain and make a mess of it. Tomide Abdul

the devil has nothing to do with man’s misfortune no wonder our endless rambles disguised in prayer clothes against the reluctant adversary has no effect on quelling our misfortune Victor Oyedele

this one is not our own there’s no man with such a large facial scar from Ikirom may the goddess in otolom forbid. only a cruel man would inflict this much pain on another who wears his skin like him. Victor Oyedele

Adages that do not exist The head of the bush is the wisest He knows better which hole is for prey And which is for predator Which hole springs water, Which hole sleeps water which water sleeps in the hole which sleep springs water. LARDO

| apathy, lackluster or more | this it seems, a chore the way we recite. what’s more is, it’s poor the way we write. what was before was angst, the kind that might spiral, make you abhor apathy, lackluster or more, the outcome of a ‘zealess’ rewrite. but not anymore. now, we look less for […]

we dey wait for ’am dey wait hin alam Trump tok this one no be scam Putin dey feel bam, tick tok. please don’t make us scram don’t make peace be sham warlock. Ruddapoet

half the time we grin we get to squeeze skin we hold, dribble in the spin borrow from within. we’re told it works well with gin than it does with sin unfold. /liː.ɒnl ɛtʃə/