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"It’s no coincidence that the first was titled The Invention. Johannesburg will forever be grateful. We’ve dwelled in swamps together through your words, and no type of violence can tagged a quality one. I’d have forever wondered why the Yoruba say the jewel is in the mouth of the lion, but thank you for saving me. Thank you for saving me from the trials, dear brother Jero. And thank you for not leaving me alone to dance in the forests and bearing the burden of my father alone."

To Professor Wole Soyinka If someone asks me what book changed my life, I’ll respond with “Poems of Black Africa” edited by Wole Soyinka. I read that collection when…

We Partied during the Curfew after Ilya Kaminski -By Younglan Talyoung While yelwan zangam was on fire, we, the inhabitants of tudun wada, drank until we ran out of liquor. Joined the rant on Facebook and smuggled more liquor from the south. We waltzed in and out of a 24-hour […]

The collection: LARDO| VICTOR| YOUNGLAN Leonell EchaMay 16, 20238min80 Related Articles Poetry open more doors Poetry in the ground Poetry Seeds PoetryThe collection: LARDO| VICTOR| YOUNGLAN We Partied during the Curfew after Ilya Kaminski -By Younglan Talyoung   While yelwan zangam was on fire, we, the inhabitants of tudun wada, drank u...

could this be the effect of what insecurity has done to us? we have in the past allowed our doors open to all but this is what it has brought us to; strangers teaching our wards strange doctrines; our values watered down and trampled upon. our doors are open only to let strangers go back […]

open more doors Leonell EchaFebruary 12, 20231min50 Related Articles Poetry in the ground Poetry Seeds Poetry A ditty Poetryopen more doors could this be the effect of what insecurity has done to us? we have in the past allowed our doors open to all but this is what it has brought us to; strangers teaching our ward...

nothing but total blackness, the worst fears inspire the greatest comebacks in the ground, there’s no bottom barrel only ascension. Victor Oyedele

in the ground Leonell EchaFebruary 12, 20231min30 Related Articles Poetry Seeds Poetry A ditty PoetrySubmissions Miscarriage | Adebayo Samuel Oluwaseun Poetryin the ground nothing but total blackness, the worst fears inspire the greatest comebacks in the ground, there’s no bottom barrel only ascension. Victor O...

to simplify, first, we must exaggerate then begin to pick pieces. to magnify, we must minimize- we must begin to look in parts and in bits something the earth will swallow and not throw up almost immediately. to grow, you must become a seed. Victor Oyedele

Seeds Leonell EchaFebruary 10, 20231min30 Related Articles Poetry A ditty PoetrySubmissions Miscarriage | Adebayo Samuel Oluwaseun Poetry These poems PoetrySeeds to simplify, first, we must exaggerate then begin to pick pieces. to magnify, we must minimize- we must begin to look in parts and in bits somet...

Quiet everyone, Quit singing this lonesome song Of silence harmonised by crickets Whose idea was it to count sheep on words? Why has our breathing become a rhythm? Un-sing your lonesome song Chant your tune in lines of four Hybrid

A ditty Leonell EchaFebruary 7, 20231min30 Related Articles PoetrySubmissions Miscarriage | Adebayo Samuel Oluwaseun Poetry These poems Poetry No one asked me PoetryA ditty Quiet everyone, Quit singing this lonesome song Of silence harmonised by crickets Whose idea was it to count sheep on words? Why has ou...

on my mother’s bed, I am blood clotting, blood flowing, tears rolling down her cheeks, and my father’s persistent begging. in my mother’s mind, I am gone again. In my father’s yawns, I am another effort wasted, I am a chore. If it is 2 am and she feels wet from me, I have shown […]

Miscarriage | Adebayo Samuel Oluwaseun Leonell EchaJanuary 7, 20233min50 Related Articles Poetry These poems Poetry No one asked me Poetry Maybe help? PoetrySubmissionsMiscarriage | Adebayo Samuel Oluwaseun on my mother’s bed, I am blood clotting, blood flowing, tears rolling down her cheeks, and my father’s persistent begging. in my...

these poems may soon forget you. one by one like a buried memory they’d soon fade. like art eaten by the silverfish, the booklice, they’d lose parts. you’d lose your mind in the sacrifice of the finest things, people, world, you may never be able to create, to see, to know again. Əĺļə

These poems Leonell EchaDecember 16, 20221min30 Related Articles Poetry No one asked me Poetry Maybe help? Poetry Every Year. PoetryThese poems these poems may soon forget you. one by one like a buried memory they’d soon fade. like art eaten by the silverfish, the booklice, they’d lose parts. you’d lose y...

here, no one would be quiet. someone said they saw someone speed past where the tree fell. someone else did see someone but could not tell who. alas! she didn’t see what she saw. someone said they saw someone before the tree fell but couldn’t tell. well, I can tell but no one asked me […]

No one asked me Leonell EchaDecember 16, 20221min30 Related Articles Poetry Maybe help? Poetry Every Year. Poetry To Rudolph and Leonell PoetryNo one asked me here, no one would be quiet. someone said they saw someone speed past where the tree fell. someone else did see someone but could not tell who. alas! she did...

ever heard of elegant trees proud mountains that tower like pillars, seas that control their tide, a language that unites their tribes wars that steal from mothers their husband’s touch, drums that remove lips from the breasts of mothers and daughters, and deep down, behind those clouds where heaven sees and heaven knows all things, […]

Maybe help? Leonell EchaDecember 14, 20221min40 Related Articles Poetry Every Year. Poetry To Rudolph and Leonell Poetry To Bose and Abdul PoetryMaybe help? ever heard of elegant trees proud mountains that tower like pillars, seas that control their tide, a language that unites their tribes wars that steal from...

too many promises leave us broken. every. year. a youth seeks life, an aged, afterlife. some. times they meet to know how age wears us differently and when she’s done, like a stem pulled by a hurrying storm we’re removed. the explanation won’t make sense. but like every story we end. Əĺļə

Every Year. Leonell EchaDecember 14, 20221min30 Related Articles Poetry To Rudolph and Leonell Poetry To Bose and Abdul Poetry To LARDO and Lola PoetryEvery Year. too many promises leave us broken. every. year. a youth seeks life, an aged, afterlife. some. times they meet to know how age wears us differently an...

if we wash our hands thoroughly an elder invites to a morsel a thing we do once is luck yesterday. today. tomorrow births consistency. consistency births perfection. perfection births mastery. mastery births a crown. a crown can be called a cap. a cap can be of any colour the crown. the cap. the colour. the […]

To Rudolph and Leonell Leonell EchaDecember 10, 20221min40 Related Articles Poetry To Bose and Abdul Poetry To LARDO and Lola Poetry To Tochi and Ola PoetryTo Rudolph and Leonell if we wash our hands thoroughly an elder invites to a morsel a thing we do once is luck yesterday. today. tomorrow births consistency. consisten...

If consistency was a person. Grateful but more inspired Having seen it all, but still Finding joy in the small things Like a giant in a room Who knows how to walk gently For every poem, every other day, Almost sure as the dawning of a new day Thankful you are here Grateful you are […]

To Bose and Abdul Leonell EchaDecember 8, 20221min40 Related Articles Poetry To LARDO and Lola Poetry To Tochi and Ola Poetry To Vee and Young PoetryTo Bose and Abdul If consistency was a person. Grateful but more inspired Having seen it all, but still Finding joy in the small things Like a giant in a room Who knows....

you know your knees are not the weakest part. your star is not the greatest art but you’ve built a gallery in most part to close the funeral door and allow the living live. you enter into yourself and exit a penumbra. too much magic obscures reality. too much you is dew and you, my […]

To LARDO and Lola Leonell EchaDecember 7, 20221min50 Related Articles Poetry To Tochi and Ola Poetry To Vee and Young Poetry On Nights I don’t Sleep PoetryTo LARDO and Lola you know your knees are not the weakest part. your star is not the greatest art but you’ve built a gallery in most part to close the funeral ...

a happy heart with paid dowries serenading voice and innocent eyes a seeker will find true faith will guide embrace yours run from debts take time to heal I miss your pen a grateful mouth for dutiful acts flipping this coin has been throwing a woven hand fan it lands on the same side. there’s […]

To Tochi and Ola Leonell EchaDecember 6, 20221min60 Related Articles Poetry To Vee and Young Poetry On Nights I don’t Sleep Poetry Awake until your return PoetryTo Tochi and Ola a happy heart with paid dowries serenading voice and innocent eyes a seeker will find true faith will guide embrace yours run from debts ...

I listen to your eyes loudly you wear a lens of innocence I’ve looked over your shoulders and the overweight it carries almost everyone else comes first today, it’s your beautiful sister tomorrow, it is BamBam, bro Mike, a child in Twad, a total stranger I’ve listened to your thoughts you’re a king too shy […]

To Vee and Young Leonell EchaDecember 5, 20221min60 Related Articles Poetry On Nights I don’t Sleep Poetry Awake until your return Poetry What My Blanket Has Witnessed PoetryTo Vee and Young I listen to your eyes loudly you wear a lens of innocence I’ve looked over your shoulders and the overweight it carries al...

truth is, every night is the same and i am a witness. malleable me. i as a cranky ceiling fan rotating and squeaking like a bed losing its mind. i as a window taking shot after shot from the wind trying to force their way in. i as a clock. every tick syncs with my […]

On Nights I don’t Sleep Leonell EchaDecember 2, 20221min90 Related Articles Poetry Awake until your return Poetry What My Blanket Has Witnessed Poetry Midnight Conversations PoetryOn Nights I don’t Sleep truth is, every night is the same and i am a witness. malleable me. i as a cranky ceiling fan rotating and squeaking l...

I will not call out your name My voice has become too familiar, so you ignore To say that these images are definitive of you means there is compression. The pixels on your face cannot be captured With no words, and my thoughts to myself I will sit by the window, awake in my sleep […]

Awake until your return Leonell EchaDecember 2, 20221min90 Related Articles Poetry On Nights I don’t Sleep Poetry What My Blanket Has Witnessed Poetry Midnight Conversations PoetryAwake until your return I will not call out your name My voice has become too familiar, so you ignore To say that these images are definitive ...

it was in August of that year, how can i forget when i bore witness to how i struggled to breathe, to sit to eat – for once, i knew what it felt like not wanting to die. death is a painful process, i mean birth is a painful process to become something you are […]

What My Blanket Has Witnessed Leonell EchaNovember 29, 20221min50 Related Articles Poetry Midnight Conversations Poetry Love apart Poetry Get dressed and be gone PoetryWhat My Blanket Has Witnessed it was in August of that year, how can i forget when i bore witness to how i struggled to breathe, to sit to eat – for once, i kne...

Hello my blanket It’s so cold And i need you to be more sensitive. Wrap yourself around me And stop being difficult More often i don’t see you I wake and you have left my feet bare While sometimes, you go off to play Instead of attending totally to my needs The harmattan is not […]

Midnight Conversations Leonell EchaNovember 29, 20221min30 Related Articles Poetry Love apart Poetry Get dressed and be gone Poetry Leaving PoetryMidnight Conversations Hello my blanket It’s so cold And i need you to be more sensitive. Wrap yourself around me And stop being difficult More often i don’t see you I wake ...

the earth quenched her thirst again dried up your blood & feasted as we cried watching us doubt, as we clenched our faith the sand misses the quality of your steps in hand-stitched Italians that you loved all your promises are phoenixes with ashes all of mine are now blamed on lack of time this […]

Love apart Leonell EchaNovember 26, 20221min30 Related Articles Poetry Get dressed and be gone Poetry Leaving Poetry Goodbye PoetryLove apart the earth quenched her thirst again dried up your blood & feasted as we cried watching us doubt, as we clenched our faith the sand misses the quality of your steps in ha...

I’ll tell no one decency means; We would go slower And maybe that would feel less sinful I’d undress you with my eyes first And invite my tongue to the party No teeth, I promise. Only gentle fingers. We would be decent enough; Straighten the sheets after we are done If we have time, we […]

Get dressed and be gone Leonell EchaNovember 26, 20221min50 Related Articles Poetry Leaving Poetry Goodbye Poetry Incomplete PoetryGet dressed and be gone I’ll tell no one decency means; We would go slower And maybe that would feel less sinful I’d undress you with my eyes first And invite my tongue to the party No teet...

carefully, knit your words wisely what worst can occur than this? being born a man is already one nil being born in Africa makes it two these customs are who we are guard your p***s against perfidy don’t overshare your burdens to listening ears without helping hands wear no blame for society’s woes you have […]

Leaving Leonell EchaNovember 24, 20221min40 Related Articles Poetry Goodbye Poetry Incomplete Poetry False Alarm PoetryLeaving carefully, knit your words wisely what worst can occur than this? being born a man is already one nil being born in Africa makes it two these customs are who we are guard your p***s...

I’d rather be shameless expressing my love in proses and roses in telepathy and sight I’d not stop to build this bridge hoping that you’d one day pass again with forgiveness in your bag your fingers laced with a kiss your eyes longing for mine Tomide Abdul

Goodbye Leonell EchaNovember 24, 20221min30 Related Articles Poetry Incomplete Poetry False Alarm Poetry Fading butterflies PoetryGoodbye I’d rather be shameless expressing my love in proses and roses in telepathy and sight I’d not stop to build this bridge hoping that you’d one day pass again with fo...

the thoughts taunt my sleep the regrets of entering that room where air held nothing to remember I’m learning to carry the scar of sharing smiles and time of kissing with closed eyes of eating, swallowing the spill of giving words, meaning them yours was a poem not to be written an archipelago not to […]

Incomplete Leonell EchaNovember 22, 20221min40 Related Articles Poetry False Alarm Poetry Fading butterflies Poetry Let’s be… PoetryIncomplete the thoughts taunt my sleep the regrets of entering that room where air held nothing to remember I’m learning to carry the scar of sharing smiles and time of kiss...