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POET LAUREATE INTERVIEW WITH DAMILOLA OJIKUTU

The poet laureate is easily one of our biggest events as a community. Just as the Nobel Prize is bestowed on an individual who has done exceptionally well in a particular field, with the poet laureate, we seek to honour and crown an outstanding creative every year.

We make sure that our themes border on heavy African narratives. For last year, we had “sankofa yenkyi”, a Ghanaian word from the Akan tribe that means “it is not wrong to go back for that which you have forgotten.”

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Call for Submissions!

TVO TRIBE presents an open call for articles, poems, personal accounts, photos, etc on the community’s theme for March:

GERONTOCRACY IN AFRICA

This is to give African creatives the opportunity to express themselves about the recent turn of events in the African political space. All contributors are therefore required to submit works that relate to this theme.

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the red moon

Red Moon

by Agwaze Gift Naomi Sitting under the mango tree. Enjoying the cool night air, With the moon smiling down on all beneath. The happy chatter of little ones, anticipating the moonlight tales of the elderly. Sounds of mothers petting their toddlers to sleep. Fathers under the cashew tree discussing pressing issues at hand while sipping

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RECALLING OUR STORIES

Recalling Our Forgotten Stories: Africa’s Oral Tradition

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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ijaya dynasty

The Madman and his congregation.- Isaiah Adepoju

That day the preacher-man went mad, everything he did was against the church itself. When he preached, he stamped his feet on the white tiles and clasped the microphone between his palms. When he sang, the church muffled and swayed from here to there like an Iroko tree blown by the desert wind. He called out verses – he carefully picked the verses – the ones that were long, long enough to throw the congregation in disarray of whispers.

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