Category: The Poet’s Corner

By Oluwaseun Akingboye This is a blow too many to bear, Though all in the wake strive to put it at bay, Even like a gallant soldier he fought on to cheat it, As the deep rallied round the deep to make him stay; Yet he chose to rest, Which is sweet after all labours […]

iStock Photos By Ben Ezeohagwu I At last let the awakening arise, Out of wave of evils as slave, then to crave as genuine human being, becoming free from the chains of darkness. II No longer ask What to gain by giving up evils and changing for better! It’s not a business deal, but ennoblement […]

By Victor Emmanuel Uwah Cry for me while I am yet on earth, Before I depart from it in death, That the Lord may perchance for your sake My earthly sojourn rewarding make. Cry, and the Lord may possibly hear, That naught will I hold on earth so dear Which may entangle my soul therein […]

By Victor Emmanuel Uwah If Christ were to be for money sold, His price would have been much more than gold, That if few men could afford to buy Most would in their sins and darkness die. But God in His Omniscience had known That if men must for their sins atone, He had to […]

By Ben Ezeohagwu I Final Prayer! trapped under rubbles, bent position several hours of rumbles, so weak at that point, dead bodies everywhere, bricks had fallen on workers, struggling to breathe, cloudy and dark everywhere, as if end had come without bubbles. II Immense tragedy, wrapped in karmic debts, paving way for credits, figures of […]

By Tunde Odesola Before death came knocking God took her away gently Silently, like a breath Deep, and was gone 79 in September Heaven in October My second mother; If you’re afraid of the truth Avoid her She was Mother Sarcasm She had a joke for everyone Beautiful heart, intelligent brain I’m glad you lived […]

By Ben Ezeohagwu I World now in rubble, with so much noise. II World now in tremble, without such poise. III World now in rumble, with so much trouble. IV World now in fumble, with so much tumble. V World now in crumble, without such humble. VI World now in bubble, with so much babble. […]

By Ben Ezeohagwu Why keep mute and fold hands, In the midst of the hopelessness as if nothing is wrong? Why are we so blessed beyond imagination, Yet so poor? Why are we passive, In the midst of active oppressiveness? Why seem depraved, In the midst of so much life around us? Why live to cherish, terror, horror, […]

By Ben Ezeohagwu I Drunk drives, at the helms, much so wrong, with Nigeria, hoots of loots, puff as stuff, dull of null, sparks so stunted, brand bandits, admit abductions, reassure terrorists. II Drunk drives, at the helms, much so wrong, with Nigeria, foots of soots, lag as slag, hall of gall, flirts so blunted, […]

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