My Father
“You’re the leader of tomorrow,” he showers.
With zeal I await tomorrow…
Like African colonies did for our independence,
we shall repaint the faint images of heroism and
mold a strong victory and liberty fences.
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Age tells the old to rest because the mind is shedding itself…
COMMAS, INSOMNIA AND STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY Read More »
In a continent of Gerontocracy,
Where we dwell on what worked for the ancient,
We fail to ponder on what will work in the future…
A generation of misunderstood youths
who dared not even dream,
it is therefore little wonder
how far beneath
had we been relegated…
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SUGAR CUBES || Ibiteye Overcomer Ballot boxes are metaphors for sugar cubes: Dazzling, inviting, brides of anthills. Glazed cartons holding frail fragments of truth, justice, sweetness, of anthills. Brazen walls of power that makes their builders vulnerable, or is it the builders that make themselves vulnerable? Could it be that between the petulant layers of
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.
Call for Submissions! Read More »