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MIRROR'S CORNER

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THE DEAD MAN’S TALE

The day is young and my soul is weary, Sit, for my tale is long and might leave you teary, It began long ago, this tale which is the truth. Foolhardy I was, even in the prime...

TELL THEM

 I'm writing this letter With showers of blessed pains Trekking from my eyes Down to my compressed cheeks. I'm writing this letter From the oblivious part of my heart To you- to be softened And to them- to be hardened. Tell them That...

SACRIFICE

Either to the bane of Saul, Or to hate or lust, Olympus must fall A tale to be told. When a heart was sold, A bargain with the devil was made, And a life was to trade, To preserve the...

LUCK

Let me ridicule this so called existence That has been placed with overt importance On every facet of the word LIFE. LUCK! This delirious beauty comes with a clock And it's nitty-gritty in terms of lack. Y'all say "I was...

IN MY FATHER’S HOUSE

The cologne in the rooms- Nowhere to be found. The curtains used on our windows Are soaked in the blood Of mediocrity. The fruits in our garden- Harvested by unknown hands. Our old standing fan has been Made to sit by the...

KÁDÀRÁ

Hear the story of Àkànbi the hunter; The one that kádàrá was against Throughout his journey into the Forest. He was so unfortunate not to even kill a mice; Someone said Ayànmọ́ was against him. His brother Àkànni the...

BROKEN PIECES

In the midst of the storm, In the rage of the moment, In the silent wake of unspoken words; Rhythm of the drum speaks, But lost in the wave of the moment, Silently expressing the word of the broken...

ODE OF DEATH

An invisible spirit roams about, Just like a shadow trailing paths of both the healthy and unhealthy. The unforeseen force fighting for a soul, Sneaking into places unexpectedly. Fighting vigorously with a person just to collect what doesn't...

WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A POET

Last night, my mother whispered to my ears. Alabi, you have grown to become a man- The moment one find his purpose on earth, He becomes a man. Your father has bequeathed his seeds unto you, Your oguro will...

CAN WE?

When you give a ring, There's silence at both ends. Our text history, Is as full as space. Can we talk? Like we used to, Late into the dark nights, Sitting calm in terror. At a corner Watching kids play. Then I remembered how We'd...

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