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body languages

body languages.
for the lady.

a home is in your chest,
— even in the heat of mixed kisses,
speaking emotions and running eyes
unbuttoning your coat. — it presses
my chest harder like a prick.
a home is in your planet —
the one that defines you;
my impatient fingers has found
solace in its tight soul.
your body owns nervous lips
and impatient fingers,
your body has an action i feel.
your body has made me a rock
your body is home!
let immortality lost discretion
to the body and soul in the
dark side of your waiting skin
for the drowning of spirituals
in its sacred temple/country.
cos' your body is a country
with hills and a valley.

Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Philip Peace

One Poem by Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim


Allah has answered the prayer of the weaker animals
None think that you will survive such attack
By those big lions
For whatever they chase,
They make sure is no longer breathing
on earth
You are a rabbit that survived harassments by
Those dark dogs
Inside that forest
Think not, that is your speed that saved you
It is the protection of Allah
We are all animals
But of higher class
Not those that live in the forest
Of which some are weak
While some are strong
The weak is always threaten by the strong
Let's all learn how to live in peace
With one another


Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim is a young Nigerian writer, playwright and poet. He was born in the year 2001. He attended Gombe Children School for his nursery and primary school education. He is a final year student at Gombe High School. He is a member of Poets In Nigeria, Gombe Connect Center. Some of his works have been published in Tuck online magazine. He started writing at sixteen. He believes that writing will bring change in o…

Black Is Life | Obasa Oluwafumilayo Martha


In the depths of Nile we crawl into open winds with- a nest of air. Black air in the dark running against a light skin -on a brown frame                 —with subtle fingers and playful hearts.
A game of hearts  —one white, one black. Interplay of silk diamonds                             -and honey in each mouth, Assemblies of knives -a threat of love.  Long sheets drawn of life for black.
Black (brown frame): My corymb of cries       -filled in a bottle.       A sync of feelings-left to       die.       Crickets in my home       enhance       your diminishing absence;

Nobody's Business | John Chizoba Vincent

John Chizoba Vincent
I am a poet describing nature
none of your business if I have
mansion or live in a teary hut
curse me or spit on the sand I
step on, i chose the life I live now
Destiny chose me for this dream
It's nobody's  business what I do.

I have known girls from the hood
I have dated girls from the hood
many, I have made a public hole
changed their profile side-down-up
and they're called unprintable names
it's nobody's business whom I choose
to  marry now and tomorrow.

I have been to school and dropped out
I studied medicine and no results
I have always wanted to go to the sky
crack its bodies and return home
happy but mother rechannelled my
legs, now, I have no route in life
its nobody's business the life I live.

I have no children to give me water
My house is littered by lizards and
Wallgecko describing dire poverty
even if I feed from hand to mouth
Leave me to my fate and eel destiny
Life is but a dotted scars in hearts