by Damola Oluwemimo Oral tradition, or oral lore, is a form of human communication wherein knowledge, art, ideas, and cultural material is received, preserved, and transmitted orally from one generation to another. This is done mainly through speeches or songs that include folktales, ballads, chants/praises, prose, and even verses. This made it possible for a […]
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Dear Nigeria, I come bearing gifts as you mark yet another year to celebrate your freedom Freedom from the shackles of colonialism From the chains of oppression From the shadows of divisions Division of work, one may think but that’s not it. You celebrate your disentanglement from the shadows of division, that which held you
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The birth mark at the back of my neck was from cigarettes stubs that Baami pressed on my neck when I first came to this world. They said I died a lot of time, more like a premium Abiku, I’m sure you must have heard about us too.
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Let me Go!
I’m definitely more powerful
Wittier
Smarter
and I even have a plan.
Murewa Ademola- Idowu. – TribeLead. Read More »
You smell of cocoa butter and vanilla.
I know because I’ve held you in my arms
Although never as a lover
It’s funny how I know almost every detail about you
Cocoa Butter and Vanilla – Jomiloju Zoltan. Read More »
“Fake It
Till you make it”
The noise of it f(ee)ls the air.
Marching along the highways
Some zap by at the speed of light
And others r(high)de on wings of flying dinosaurs;
Or so they thought.
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“Go tie your wrapper well, can’t you see, you have started growing breasts?”, Said ubunkhei, my 14-year old male best-friend. Mami and Papi always told me to tie my wrappers well too, especially when going to the stream because “evil spirits were always looking for people as wives and husbands” I never took any of them serious, I always felt safe in my village.
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Stone,
Someone dig the ground to find you
Blood, shed for your sack
In believe that you can be gold
Mixed with fire you scream for help
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Is it really about a biological clock, or morelike a culturally imposed timeline informed by an outdated notion that in the absence of a husband – what have youreallyachieved in life?
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What a perfect romance I had planned,
Still pained cause I seem not to get my pride,
Heights taken with the renegade, they do not fright,
Do we fight for romance, or is it just another unwanted flight?
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