My guy wey wear khaki, stand for gate, He dey shout “Papers! Papers! No duplicate!” E eye sharp like eagle, e face hard like rock, But for back, my guy, dey break the lock. E be immigration, na him gangan be the law, Yet e hand long, e dey do fire war. Two opposites, e nor suppose blend, But…
Grok has done it again. The AI chatbot, developed by Elon Musk’s X (formerly Twitter), has thrown Nigeria’s political scene into a frenzy with just one word—“Sowore.” It all started when a Twitter user, @SuoazOfficial, posed a loaded question: Which of these politicians is not responsible for Nigeria’s destruction—Sowore, Obi, Atiku, Tinubu, or Kwankwaso? Grok’s response was swift. No…
The elders tell of a talking drum, Beaten by hands, yet leading the dance. They say, “The man is the drummer of the home, His hands must shape the rhythm of life.” But oh, the calabash whispers another tale, For when the river runs wild and deep, The drum is handed to him—“Decide, O man, you lead!” Yet when…
By Ebhohon Majekodunmi Oseriemen Who plants a tree in chains and expects it to bear fruit? Who builds a house when the land is owned by another’s hand? How can a nation rise when its leaders kneel to foreign lords? What use is vision when the road is blocked at every turn? Who teaches the child if the school…
CALL: Did you not promise me the sun? RESPONSE: The sun? The sun? Did I? CALL: Did you not say the stars would be my anklets, the moon my silver comb? RESPONSE: The stars? The moon? Ah! Who told you so? CALL: You swore it beneath the Ìrókò tree! You called the river to bear witness! RESPONSE: The Ìrókò…
There are men who pass through this world like whispers in the wind—seen today, forgotten tomorrow, and then there are men like Dr. Osagie Obayuwana—a storm that never quiets, a name written in the very struggles of the people. At 70 years old, the lion still roars. His voice, like thunder, still shakes the halls of power. And on…
He said, “Achalugo, I am going to marry you.” The words dripped like honey, thick and golden, Luring you deeper into a dream not your own. The car purred, sleek as a panther, The perfume of leather and lies curling in your lungs. He fed you meals too wealthy to question, Poured wine that swallowed your doubts, Draped you…
“You will understand when you grow older,” They said, with voices carved from harmattan winds, With eyes that had seen a thousand yesterdays, Yet I laughed—oh, how I laughed! For what could time teach me, That my sharp tongue did not already know? But time is a silent sculptor, Carving truth into the bones of the stubborn. A child…
The village once had a bell—one that only rang for men of substance. It tolled for warriors, for leaders, for those whose hands built bridges where others saw walls. Today, if that bell were to ring, it would do so in honor of a man whose deeds have carved his name into the corridors of history. Today, March 15th,…
By Ebhohon Majekodunmi Oseriemen We are disruptors, storm-bringers, fire-starters. Not made for silence, not built for chains. Revolution does not walk with the elders, whose feet drag in the dust of caution. It lives in the fists of the young, in the fire of those who dare. Speak to them! Not in whispers, not in tired tongues of fear—…
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