Call Me Imọlẹ

Screw the system. Screw conformity. Screw everyone and everything trying to hold you back and tear us apart, because THIS, THIS IS OUR YEAR!

1. Sometimes we Nigerian writers are just reactionary motherfuckers. It is why your poetry is bad (meanwhile, the only place you can mask your literary mediocrity), why you don’t essays, can’t do shit, so that all you can do is to be snarky and attack-y.

Not only is your car parked right in front of my window, but you woke the whole compound by 7am, blasting music from that car, not caring who was sleeping, and started NOISILY setting up your gym equipments right by my other window. It’s ment now.

@thattallgirl_11 🥹🥹🥹 My charming babyyyyy❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

@notalcestis Would that over and over 😌🥰❤️ Just to get you throw gang signs and heart 🥹

My lover painted my nails tonight. 🌻❤️‍🔥

The Preacher.

On Sundays We Go to Pray at an Abattoir | Paul Chibuike Emenike Every time the butchers behind the trigger’s black/ fang shapeshift into spirits, then herdsmen, then/ herdsmen, then spirits—this becomes our wonderful/ litany. Read full poem from link in bio.

Refraction | @Eche_zona8267 may you never see men on the cold/ sidewalk and think it is your destiny/ to simply get to their age one day,/ with your own world of problems,/ and flame to the vigil of a world/ allergic to softness. Read full poem from link in bio.

@MikeDrucker The real skill was turning confusion into coherence one awkward paragraph at a time.

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“Don’t write for therapy, financial gain or glory. Write for the beauty of language and the joy of story. The first three things will disappoint you and rob you of the other two.” — Rachel Zadok (via @pen_southafrica)

Ayra Starr's reaction at the end is so valid😭

I lied

This is such a fire title and an even more fire poem!

Self Portrait with Thornings and Hummingbirds | @Ibn_Yushau44 This poem asks to/ sift through the ache/ through the hunger for love/ & the music of ghosts. But what/ does it mean to draw the ghost/ of yourself into a/ living portrait? Read full poem from link in bio.

the stain the fire and the girl who wears it | @Vangi22 inside my neck there is a thick smoke/ a hand that never touches/ me/ a kiss/ i never receive/ there are black walls and a stain/ on a white buttoned shirt Read full poem from link in bio.

Erykah Badu (2005)

The Pearl With The Girl Earring by Olaf Falafel

@thattallgirl_11 😭😭😭 Not sorry. That song’s way too sweet to be listened to just once. 😭

Ara adugbo egba mi ooo So I put my wife on Canabi by Ema Onigah And I can’t count the amount of times I have heard it