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Dec 30, 2020

Of Love and the Fairer Sex — a review of Kayode Afolabi’s Every Woman is a Poem.

Kayode Afolabi’s, Every Woman is a Poem, is an authentic poetry book which portrays the identity and nuances of the African woman in her natural habitat. …

Love

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Of Love and the Fairer Sex — a review of Kayode Afolabi’s Every Woman is a Poem.
Of Love and the Fairer Sex — a review of Kayode Afolabi’s Every Woman is a Poem.
Love

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Aug 28, 2020

Conversation with Abake

About a week ago, my grandma turned 85. I remember I was so fond of her growing up. I would sit around her all day during long vacation and sleep in her room which she kept specially for me when my siblings and I visited. Mama in Oyo — as…

History

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Conversation with Abake
Conversation with Abake
History

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May 7, 2020

What is life?

A large ball, of dreams and memories, A vicious cycle of profanities. Needle and Wine cups, Dirtied eyes and punctured veins, An unholy communion with the Most High A wall of glass, Fragile, bland, uninteresting, A bowl of radish without its seasoning. Sometimes even the edges of your life lose sharpness, And at the end it dawns, That in that journey to find yourself, You might have as well lost yourself.

Life

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What is life?
What is life?
Life

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Dec 2, 2019

On the shoulders of Jose Marti

I was nobly born where ‘ẹdun’ thrives. Before I die, I must print my soul on paper My bones, sturdy like Òyìnbó’s giant huts and his paper cowries As I slave daily towards freedom My soul, the color of words words, the blue of deep seas A nubile blu jay providing nuts for his…

Poetry

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On the shoulders of Jose Marti
On the shoulders of Jose Marti
Poetry

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Oct 15, 2019

In Shadow of … (Piece 1)

Life is to be taken fists clenched & unyielding and sleep is for the wicked I sweat at work & in bed So I succeed or think I do when I see in cyan & purple Yet, earth is sometimes brown devoid of grass, love & sound Then, life is to be given hands feeble & freely open Lots run through empty earths Fill this void & save my heart

William Blake

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In Shadow of … (Piece 1)
In Shadow of … (Piece 1)
William Blake

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Oct 1, 2019

On Independence and our friendship with Britain: a synopsis of the Nigerian Pre-independence History

59! Fifty-nine years ago, after a strategically prolonged transition period, our friend — the British Government relinquished her power over Nigeria and the country was declared independent. Sir. …

Slavery

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On Independence and our friendship with Britain: a synopsis of the Nigerian Pre-independence…
On Independence and our friendship with Britain: a synopsis of the Nigerian Pre-independence…
Slavery

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Sep 26, 2019

How does it feel to be a big fool?

How does it feel to be a big fool? How does the humor hit? How do you pay for an extra bottle Knowing your kids starve? How do you snore After beating your woman to a pulp? How haven’t you choked on your diet? How haven’t you died yet? How…

Poetry

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How does it feel to be a big fool?
How does it feel to be a big fool?
Poetry

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May 25, 2019

May Haiku

Intruding raindrops make noises over our room beclouding our moans. — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — Check out other new Haiku on the BetterthanStarbucks poetry magazine — May 2019 edition.

Haiku

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May Haiku
May Haiku
Haiku

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Apr 19, 2018

Throwback to when I was “Single”

SINGLE Too many a time Butterflies drunken Stagger in my stomach As pairs softly snog. In my pant the other day I found a frigging salmon A raging one! All who got away return To dampen my dreams. All the time I want to talk I wish someone would Hold my hand With me dance the kipples The dance of carnal passion But I’m by myself. It takes two to tango. It takes two to tangle. © Kayode Afolabi 2016 First published online by Kalahari Review

Poetry

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Throwback to when I was “Single”
Throwback to when I was “Single”
Poetry

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·Apr 2, 2018

Everything is a relic

I wonder if you ever think of me, if I’m on your mind the way you stay night and day in mine when the cabman bangs me in a pothole, I remember when you drove down the third hook of my brassier, let go of the jugs whispering the warmth of your hugs. I burnt your portrait the night you left but from there where it was, you still leer, you still snigger so loudly when I lace my shoes and when I place orders in twos

Poetry

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Everything is a relic
Everything is a relic
Poetry

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