My Living Dead Father
“Every time I see my father I see Hell as a human.” My body is a room. I hanged my father’s portrait On the wall of emotional traumas around my heart. My heart is the place, I learnt how…
Idowu Odeyemi
Idowu Odeyemi is a Nigerian poet, essayist and writer of fiction. He was shortlisted for 2018 Nigerian Students Poetry Prize and the 2018 Christopher Okigbo Interuniversity Poetry Festival. He is the winner of the 2018 Ekiti Future Awards Prize for Literature. His works have appeared or are forthcoming on Tuck magazine, Kahalari review, Constellate journal, Praxis magazine, Opinion Nigeria among others.
The Church and the evolution of God.
Faith is divine; man births religion. I am afraid it is fear that brings man to God: at a time, that man realizes his finitude, then out of the fear of various phenomenons death, accident, social classes …etc. Man start…
Love Only Kills a Poor Boy
The boy shivered when I kissed him, He said love does not kill Death does And death comes in many ways. That night was his last on god-swollen foot, He was burnt By his own father. My mother never hated…
The Origin Of Morality
I will be happy if you kill meBecause you didn’t leave meto experience much of the tragedy of this world,At least I will not be blamed; it is you they will blame.The sin would be upon your soulBut before you…
A Mother’s agony.
Mother was born in the rift of time…The Elizabethans showed her the way;Took her shoes away,And left the Catholic Hymns in her mouth.Mother don’t know “Hymns do good”But shoes do take you places where barefoot can’t walk through.Mother thought Hymns…