The Sun as a Metaphor for Purpose by Ridwan Tukur

[tabby title="Poem"] The sun is my only friendThe Ikigai that wakes me upAnd shows me the way outOf my gloomy, lethargic room.The fitness trainer who taught meAbout losing the world’s weightOn my burdened shoulders.And when my body glowsWith beads of...

History Remembers by Thompson Emate

[tabby title="Poem"] History remembers the night that trailed us,It remembers the bus that carried some of us to the unknown,It remembers the darkness that stood at the door,It remembers the light that paved a way for us. History remembers the...

Narcissus by Ridwan Tukur

[tabby title="Poem"] Narcissus Sometimes, a boy can be too toughFor his oversized shadow to handle.Then, he approaches the mirrorAfter shooing away his lover.He obsesses over himselfAnd mothers his atoms of beingLike the sea to capsized ships.He then searches for his...

Reaching the Bottom of My Soul Like the Seas by Ridwan Tukur

[tabby title="Poem"] Calm my nerves with a sweet ode, fabric for beauty,If you can sew words like a seamstress with a Midas touch.This is me, son of the sun, calling on my river, to show meHow the eyes could see...

Children by Thompson Emate

[tabby title="Poem"] Children will always remember the void,They will always recall the hands that couldn’t embrace them.They will always remember the troubles that nightfall brings,And the darkness that invades their slumber.They will always remember the stranger who masqueraded as a...