Tosin Gbogi: One Shameful Thing Going On
{going, ganging, grouping, re-grouping, riding, every sensetense of a tyrant is a progressive of pain} Dear townspeople There is a big prostitution That has been going on in our land— Incest, really,...
View ArticleTosin Gbogi: Awaiting Pardon
By Tosin Gbogi {There is a way that all messy weeks begin; mostly as sad jokes} The week begins its Monday mourning Another syrup of sadness rubbed on its insensate sun Its visage Marked by nude...
View ArticleTosin Gbogi: On The Death Of Chinua Achebe: What Chartres Said (POEM)
(On the death of Chinua Achebe) Brenda Marie: The world in her voice Sad, like jangling sounds on complicit waters Alive, like the last laughters that overcome tears Like Achebe’s “Agostinho Neto”:...
View ArticleAn Elegy For Reuben Abati
REUBEN ABATI 2011 – 2015 Abati is dead and gone to his grave, Ooh! Aah! Gone to his grave. They planted a mango tree over his head, Ooh! Aah! Over his head. The mangoes grew ripe and ready to drop,...
View ArticleTosin Gbogi: My Voice Seduces The Ears Of This Night
MY VOICE SEDUCES THE EARS OF THIS NIGHT II {To be foolish is human; to be wise is divine} Flutes at my back Iron bells at the front I sing of casks Long alive before Amontillado got its name I sing of...
View ArticleTosin Gbogi : “My Voice Seduces The Ears Of This Night”
III yaya yaya oooooeeeee the masquerade crosses to the other side of the night crossing with an intensity of rage— dirge claims his might crossing with an intensity of sorrows— elegy claims his songs...
View ArticleThe Poet And His Pen With Tosin Gbogi: Nothing But Hope Will Have The Last Word
{Though the roadblocks are many And muzzles of hefty guns Look us boldly in the face; We still cross to the other side Yes, we do cross to the other side} This sun with its sorrows This moon with its...
View ArticleTosin Gbogi: Oxymorons Of A Nation (POEM)
Oxymorons of a naytion {Of all human talents That of deception is the cheapest to master} what greater misfortune can a naytion have than to be ruled by a parliament of oxymorons dimwits made from a...
View ArticleTosin Gbogi: We Must Remember
We must remember {the mouth that will stay long with the truth never forgets all it said yesterday} this gate will not always be shut and the memories of the sentinel who for long has called the shots...
View ArticleAyobami Oyalowo: Nightfall In Niagara
So early in the dark while it yet very dark, he trudges on Work calls, he must toil to feed himself and his dependents As he left the house, his socks were of different colours He shirt was rumpled, no...
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