THE ROOFLAND UPRISING (Chapter One) The first time I stepped into my room here in Ilorin, I felt irritated. The cement floor was broken and a fraction of it was sandy. I had enough sand in my room to mould a dozen bricks. The unpainted ceiling board wasn’t complete either; one was already broken and…
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WINSALA POETRY JUSTICE Hellgirl. She bear the roses of doom inviting all men to her fancy room. Living men, her preference. Dead men, her reference. She is a dark well filled with souls in hell. Her joy is pain, and men in sorrow her gain. She is clothed in…
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MARRIAGE COUNSELLING Some men just can’t stand intelligence in women. When a woman is brilliant and always defends her opinions, they consider her proud and unsuitable for marriage, especially if she’s formally schooled. They think if she goes further in her education and badges her Masters or PhD, she’ll be proud, arrogant and disrespectful. What…
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WINSALA POETRY JUSTICE Map. I walked through the valley of fear, With my eyes flowing with tears, As I climbed down the hill of spears, Anxiety, low esteem, betrayal were my only companion as I walked through this sorrowful hell. Why do i have to partner with these obstacles, My spirit was…
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WHAT WE’RE LOOKING FOR For millions, it’s money. For thousands, it’s entertainment. For hundreds, it’s spirituality or science or art. For scores, it’s identity. What our souls yearn for; what fulfilment portends to us, differ, based on geographical, genetic, racial and psychological differences. Many find what they seek; many, never will they find, but death…
DetailsWINSALA POETRY JUSTICE Title — Why do I write? Poet — The Given Heart To run away from — frustration; To expose the customized worries — of this generation. To vomit out — every disgusting! What am I supposed to do, when my heart is sad — people refusing to do good.…
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HOME IS WAITING What can I say? Isn’t it all tempting now, to settle for stipends, sex, wine and neighbourly friendship? The human nature, the one about not being able to be satisfied, hmm—mm, that one! Sometimes I wonder, is it a negative attitude? A satisfied man stops dreaming. A satisfied man stops growing. A…
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TOO YOUNG TO WITHSTAND PAIN It’s only heart that can listening, When I’m crying In my Inner heart. It’s only an Invisible organ_ That can see my abstract feelings. I submit smiles to the company_ Of harmony but It pays with malady. I vomit joys to the mouth of people_ They fortify the pap…
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THE NEXT STREET Mum cooks horrible foods, we tell ourselves we love the delicacies but every morning before 8am, sweet aromas waft their way into our quarters, all the way from the next street and we would look at one another and wonder, why can’t this be birthed in our kitchen? My best guess,…
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WINSALA MUSES POETIC JUSTICE Untitled Thrown into the darkest of pits. Bare fangs, I was bitten Not known by who. Hisses slapped my hearing; Those I think must be from my unseen companions. Though I could not see, But the thick of shadow to have provided me with steps, So I climbed but…
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