Tell me, my sweetheart
When coldness embrace the earth
Is love a daffodil that is fresh in our winter?
Why does it whither in the hot summer?

When sun scorches our world with its warmness
The love begins to grow in distress
Oh! What is love?
That travels a journey that is long and curved

At the verge of its glorious end
Love staggers and bends
Lying straight in tears, calling on Hatred
To walk between our harmonious cord

What is love my sweetheart
That later splits us apart?

WRITTEN BY: James T. Abel Adesitimi



My eyes covered the earth as the clouds
That lie flat above valleys and hills

All at once I saw men and their deeds,
In the churches, along the streets,

Some for me, others against my wish
My servants are trading me in the church

Chasing earthly fame that shall soon fade
Oh! My temples become where I can’t abide

For I am the Lord who sits not on defiled throne
I’m not in their churches,for I, they dethrone

Enthroning earthly styles on their altars
Preaching wealth, singing sin, gathering cars

They’ve forgotten the scars I bore on the cross
They’ve turned what should be my gain to loss

Instead, they put on the white aprons of ego
While them I died for, now in hell, others set to go

I’ll come to them again, pleading in their dreams
If they repent, I’ll lead them to my merciful stream

If they don’t, my silence to their sinful tale
Shall rage my wraths on them on the judgment day

     written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi



I’ve lived here long enough
I’ve seen lies told
Myth that made men rise
I’ve seen truth, with its load
Bold truth that killed many
Behold I have seen death
The mighty laid to dirt
I’ve seen birth
Life made anew
From decaying sinew
I’ve seen pains-
Held hand with life beyond lanes
I’ve seen bliss-
Tasted her lips, synced a kiss
I’ve heard dirges
Songs only sung for the dead
I’ve heard poets
Lines that fed humanity’s dearth
I’ve been blessed,
Don’t know why; I truly confess
I’ve seen true curse
Gifted men who lost their course
I’ve being with the blessed
Men who turned curses to rest

I’ve been here long enough
To know men die an’ never rise
To see slave on horseback an’ princes on foot
I’ve learnt so much
That men lose themselves
In search of someone else
I’ve seen men bleed
Cursed men blessed

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In this dark corner, I bend and brood
On the desolation unleashed upon my land
Such tremulous monody I’m wont to sing
Concerning the crescent and the cross
Two strange visitors outstripping the host
And we like the proverbial mourner,
Crying far more than the bereaved

Divided, we keep widening the gaps
Along both ethnic and religious maps
Each clutching to his parochial beliefs
One says the crescent is better,
The other affirms the cross is nobler
But between the crescent and the cross
Which was known to our forebears?

Let the crescent sliver in the North
And let the cross blossom in the South
But let’s keep to our common humanity
By accommodating our mutual diversity
For we are children of the same parents
Forged from the womb of the earth!

Written by: Basil Ovu
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson


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Blessed invitation
That brought free salvation
And spiritual reconciliation
At Christ’s resurrection

Blessed invitation
From the God of creation
Who called me from my transgression
And redeemed me from destruction

Blessed invitation
From God of salvation
For man redemption
On the night of restoration.

Praised the God of creation;
Christ is our portion
Who gave us the passion
On this fruitful mission

Written by: Fred Oreva
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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I know a place
Where poetry flows like a stream
Creative minds producing wonders and thunder
For peace and justice, pens scream

A world of peace
With poetry as her language
It’s freedom yet without price
Setting free chained voices from bondage

See, army of poets
Seared with a common vision
Words exploding from deep within
Words of valour, words of hope

WRR,a great hub for study
Where learning never end
Raising baby poets, fed with facts
Awakening passion for verses

With the pen as our sword
Tirelessly fighting societal ills
We rhyme slaps on corruption
Undress injustice with sonnets
Expose immorality in triolets’ refrain

Here is the place to be
Come here, find a voice
Come here, find a family

Written by: Ifetayo Abiola
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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