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SUNSHINE SONG by Sodiq Alabi.

There will be sunshine
after this call.
See the way it springs
It will begin from the brightness
of your smile,
the luster of your teeth.
It will lift its soul to kiss
the curvatures of your voice
when your chord lays into music
the emotion you bear

There will be sunshine
when your eyes feast again
on my lips,
I see you measure the diameter
calculating the area when

I flap them against each other
as you find the order of my beards
you run the data your cheeks rise

The mathematics you do on my lips
shows in the intensity of the ride
the way the feast is handled
as there is sunshine
in the oxygen we reach for during each break
in the laser trace of your tongue
in its embrace of the ensemble
in your grip of my neck,
so gentle the rhythm.

Sodiq Alabi writes poetry and prose and his work has been published in both online and print publication since 2006 when he made his debut on Lulu’s He lives in Abuja, where he presently works as a communications strategist.

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A WORK OF ART by Akuchie Gerald

You are a work of art.
I can't help but stare, only stare.
If the words of my mouth pronounce you beautiful,
I'll be limiting your perfection.

Your pink succulent lips;
The colour of your eyes; deceptive.
Eyebrows like a barbie.
Shape of your nose I envy; pointed.
The colour and length of your hair is what I love;You are a work of art
I can't help but stare.
If I say you are Beautiful,
I'll be limiting your perfection
Your pink succulent lips
The colour of your eyes; deceptive
Eyebrows like a barbie's.
Shape of your nose I envy; pointed 
I like the colour and length of your hair,
Curling down your forehead.

Have I told you about your smile ?
The dimples that come with it.
Your spotless face;
Wonderful dentition;
O! Who made thee?
You stand straight and flawless as a river mermaid.
Your beauty, the dream of every maiden; your sight, the wish of every man.

I'll kneel at your feet all night
Protect you with all my might
Smile sweetness and let heaven shine upon you their glorious li…

THE MORNING AFTER by Kwabena Agyare Yeboah

4th, July, 2014.
Asonomaso - Ashanti.

It rained last night. It rained this morning.  The  sound of the power
plant   echoes in the calm morning breeze.  The kids play. The birds
chirp.  Hens  wander.  Out of the tunnels, come -

morning raise beyond the horizons
claiming  unto itself a new song

hearts burn like candlelight on a night of a date,
a  reminder of when lovers swept to the wind
It must be a morning after they  painted each other's lips with kisses
and danced to one more  melody

fingers read skins
breath hugs bodies

life scripts love with a lamp

The drizzle drips  as a picture of  lovers
there it engraves their names on rocks of time

 signpost is when love is perfect -
their  smiles  pave eternity
and rest on the clouds as a star

testimony -
the leaves will remain spotless
in honour of two crazy hearts

and  their love
will sprout like a seedling
and  will be permanent  like names etched on glass.

Kwabena Agyare Yeboah writes from Kumasi, Ghana his home city where he
works as a technical writer. He…


A few days after I got into the varsity I met an enthusiastic young man whom I immediately struck up a conversation with. At some point, this is what our discussion looked like:

"So when did you start writing," I asked

"Last year." He said

I nodded and asked for his writings. He showed me a few amateur stuffs and, after going through it, I told him to continue writing, that great writing didn't start off in a day.

At that point, my friend blew up.

"What do you mean? I am already making plans to publish all my poems and you are here talking nonsense. The only thing holding me is money. Who are you by the way?"

I laughed and, picking my things, walked away.

Many young writers in Nigeria has this mentality. Many would start writing today and tomorrow they are screaming publishing.

A few days after my encounter with the young man, I decided to chat him up again. I coaxed him down to the school's Coca Cola spot. I ordered two bottles of coke and meat pie fo…