Blind Faculty – By Kingsley Okafor
A school of thought has argued that genius will falter by the side of labor; genius is also a capacity for taking troubles. The experiences of three youngsters, namely, Ebuka, Nduka and Temitope, eloquently attest to this assertion. Buoyed by exuberance…
It Is Poetry Mixed With Art That Advances The Course Of The Modern World
It is the stealth of imagination that berths it – Art, poetry. The flip of a brush, the poise of ink, history starts with new beginnings. How Art And Poetry Influences Each Other Art and poetry are like old friends, sharing stories and secrets over…
Echoes Of Existence And Other Poems – A Collection Of Poems
Echoes of Existence Fortune Omosola I am witnessing in lifeless pages the dreams within dreams; It’s circled tops collapsing westward. Dwarfed in its tormenting magic, the whistle of words, Men dying to find nothing. The agony of wisdom lies in a…
Insurrection – A Chapter From “The Gorilla” By Kamal Riahi
About one o’clock in the afternoon. The wind is busy rolling along some beer-can that has been drained of its contents in the deserted street. A massive silence links the arch of the Sea Gate with the enormous clocktower The clocktower in November 7…
Oppenheimer: The Movie That Stole the Oscars
The 96th Oscars ceremony has bestowed its coveted awards upon deserving creatives, set against the grandeur of its chosen stage in Los Angeles. Amidst the glitz and glamour, Hollywood luminaries gathered to witness the culmination of the year’s…
Solitary Mother And Other Poems – A Naija Poets Collective Version Vol.1
SOLITARY MOTHER OWÓLỌLÁ ÀJÚLÉKÚN Solitary and pensive, Aching, tired limbs, Yet, buoyed by the sea, And wave of needs. She stirs from restless sleep, To the caw of mother-bird, To quell the harsh rain, That shreds her girdles of hopes. In her…
The Grand Inquisitor- A Short Story By Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“Quite impossible, as you see, to start without an introduction,” laughed Ivan. “Well, then, I mean to place the event described in the poem in the sixteenth century, an age—as you must have been told at school—when it was the great fashion among poets…
Is The Love For Books Hitting The Precipice? – F.Omosola
The desire to write and read seems to be waning in today’s world. Logic itself appears to be on life support—fewer people seem inclined to engage deeply with written words, and even fewer are willing to listen attentively to meaningful discourse.…
She Wears My Skull – A Collection Of Poems By Fortune Omosola
She Wears My Skull The door was slightly ajar, carved between the coscia. Inside was moist, yet slippery, but unseen was most of it. The one-eyed twin, swinging on the tender rope of adrenaline, was far from limp as it burrowed in, searching inwards with…
My Husband And I – A Short Story By ‘Nobody’
Lara gazed at her full length at the mirror; satisfied by what she saw, she smiled to herself. She smoothened the hips of her flimsy knee length gown, she loved her hips, its one of her greatest physical asset. “Hmmm can’t wait!” she told herself…