Glissade

  My brother, held tight to his  belief like a limpet holding onto algae,  chewing it off a hard rock. So when  he joined Boko Haram, we only saw it  on the leaf he left us that read: I have  left to strive in the path of my Lord. Ya  Ilahi, I agree, belief eats at a …

I may say I tried the best I could to stifle an instinct But the quiet invitation of your transparent gown…

Heartbreak is painful, sure, I believe. But have you ever plugged your phone at night with the conviction it’d be completely charged by dawn, and when morning greets you like a curtsying teenager, you find out it’s exactly at the point you left it the previous night, unmoved and unshaken like mount Kilimanjaro?And what’s worse …

Despite Nigeria’s rich oral traditions, I daresay that the culture of producing albums in the spoken word genre remains underdeveloped.

After the ambush you still hear whispers of his songs

ISSUES

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