Fiction and Poetry
What Agbeye Oburumu offers in Mine Too Counts is a chorus that runs through the…
I Give You Softness I am sending you stars through this morning mist, sending roses…
Àtìpó: The Stranger I Have Become In the trenches, darkness chewed my bones, spitting out…
Verses that Spring from a Dying Lily of the Valley Prologue: (My vanity, twisted as…
skipping meals like fleeing sins: they say fasting draws you closer to God, but i…
The Paradox of Progress They said we’d be free— but we’re tied down, each breath…
Lagos Honeymoon I look around, savouring nature’s fashion sense and colour riots. Beautiful cityscape, even…
You hate the policeman two blocks away from your house, but you want to be…
Life’s Daunting Stare Sometimes, life’s malicious stare can be daunting And grievous— Taking away our…
There’s a way the men at the lounge stare at you that makes you come…