[tabby title="Poem"] Up the hill,Down the hill,Our legs are in motion,It’s a joyful devotion. A bicycle for me,A bicycle for you,We ride side by side,With our eyes and minds as our guides. Twilight casts shadows on the day,Our path gradually...

[tabby title="Poem"] TreeDaylightIrokoAfrican prideBroad leaves and wide girthMystical talesGuides the lightTwilightWood [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in...

[tabby title="Poem"] The end of his turbulence awaited him at the top of the hill,With the rising of the sun,And the warm glow of its yellow rays.He would utter the words that had emerged from the depths of his soul....

[tabby title="Poem"] Somewhere in the dark,We found the clay pot,My mother smiled,Her resilience and devotion had guided us,The good spirits were our warriors. My mother lifted the clay pot,She looked up at the sky,I wondered what she was looking at,Was...

[tabby title="Poem"] It was a stygian night,Darkness stretched over our land,The one we have never seen before,It cloaked the light from our lamps. Nature stood against us,We had chased away the spirits of benevolence,We had angered the good spirits,“Though hands...