Author: Temi Enemigin

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Twelfth Day Blues

On the twelfth day of the New Year My true love sent to me Twelve drummers drumming La la la la la La la la la la… Five golden rings… Twelve Days Of Christmas (never mind that I exchanged the Christmas with the new year) is a beautiful song we...

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THE LOVE THAT CHANGES EVERYTHING

You are a lion. Your folks told you so. They did when they discovered your strengths, and the zeal with which you maximise them. They observe, as you with finesse devour obstacles- a feat cowards despise. They are proud of you, of all that you represent. As your uniqueness glistens...

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WHEN FEELINGS BLOSSOM

Does it always have to visit? I mean, that season of the year when feelings blossom like lilies in the field, When heavy downpours Make mockery of our single status In cold and lonely nights. . . Does it? They say this weather is for two But all I see...

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IT’S NOT THAT DEEP

You’re having a casual gist with a brother just after the close of service. Midway to the discussion, he withholds his next statements like they’d turn out some abomination. His eyes pop out like Segun Arinze’s, shock making a mess of his handsome face. You’re wondering what could be wrong....

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BURNING EMBERS (Joshua Omena)

“Itohan!” You heard when he called you. You just can’t respond and you don’t know why. You are a broken flute with notes that sounds like clashing cymbals on repeat. “Where is this girl?” You hear him walk towards the room. You sit still on the mat at the corner...

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OF WISHES GONE SOUR AND THE YEARNINGS FOR A NEW SONG

Hello hun, I know it’s been pretty quiet here. You’ve been visiting but I haven’t been acting like a good host recently. You come, surf around, but get nothing intriguing except the same old gist. Trust me hun, it’s not intentional. I frigging care about you and I want this...

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POETICADO: AN OFFSPRING OF SELFLESSNESS

Towards the end of our national service last year, my friend, Unoma Akiti, called to seek ideas about a poetry gig brewing in her head. She wanted to organize a spoken word event which would infuse other aspects of art and literature. She kept repeating the word, “Poeticado”, a portmanteau...

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LABARA

Laraba, She that was born On a Wednesday, What will you do, When the fires starts to burn, When the harmattan wind Blows the hot coal Into a raging bushfire? I wish fires were obedient But they don’t heed to mother’s counsel They don’t remember resolutions Even when you mean...

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FINDING STRENGTH IN MY FRAILTY

Yahweh, I feel your frailty. The tears shed on Gethsemane. The war against your will to terminate your sinless life for me, a child of disobedience. Your helplessness as death suddenly developed confidence around you. I hear your screams as your skin was shred off your frame by those soldiers...

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THE ONE POINT AGENDA

The year 2007 was one year filled with political agendas. The airwaves whizzed my ears non-stop with Late President Yar’Adua’s Seven-Point Agenda. I was hypnotised, anticipating the good things that would rock our nation. But with my eyes fixated, I saw the agendas fizzled out by his death. In Delta...