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THE WINNING POEM: YESTERDAY WAS SWEET, IS TODAY BITTER?  Yesterday was sweet; a vase of rainbow memories moon of hope shone our mud thatched huts Skylark warbled peace in our garden The earth felt the warmth of our arms As we worked on the valley of trust. We played and played together This Aso was too big for two families Our forefathers spoke in parables, Little talks made things brighter Gurgling drums echo the stars. Today you served bitter-kolanut on the tongue table, Hurricane of hatreds unroofed our roof Wind of peace howls, while the tree sway! We uproot trees of love in our forest creep We entomb our ancestors' tomb of unity. We are two trouble goats that quarrel, We knock each others with our horns Hefty speeches has adulterated the air We can no longer breathe fresh air Yesterday was Jasmine, today is crabapple. Glossary Aso: a Yoruba word which means clothes. ABOUT THE AUTHOR. Ayoola Imran is a young poet and a social analyst. He studied Islamic

ECLIPSE OF A VIRGIN CHAPTER EIGHT ------------- Mrs. Macus left the house to find for amaka. But on her way, her car got breaked down. She tried to fixed it but, couldn't get the actual problem. The cloud was already fading away. After some minutes, she got down from the car to do some little works if it could work. Suddenly a trailer lost its break, coming towards the direction where Mrs. Macus was. Suddenly,the trailer crushed her immediately, Amaka woke up from her bed in Ghana, breathing heavily. She looked left and right reminiscing about Nigeria's life. Her eyes got dimmed that she couldn't locate the sitting room. Untill  Damsel came in. "Amaka, whats wrong?". Damsel asked. "Nothing, just that....".  Amaka  paused for a minute while Damsel added immediately. "I don't understand you anymore. Look the way your eyes are so red. Or are you pregnant?" Damsel asked suspiciously. "Oh! What's this now?. I don't kn

THE UNRIGHTEOUS JUSTICE In a  nearby river There certain judge liveth Who straight his name;and of God weaks The respect for man,he out pees On his throne of unrighteous He makes malaise if man quakes For no one to uncounted his say And also  unnamed heart-broken wife Whose husband took his bags of life And moved to made a strident strife with the dead and of the silent living In many a times,the woman kept asking and believing That the judge'll wake for her washing For justice,legal opponent she's facing Thou unwilling the judge seems For on the raising of sun- At the dew of rain ; to himself He says I fear no God nor respect Everything born of female,yet Her bothers have my heart stray Because she keeps me troubling I'll see she get justice . So she will stop coming 'cos her demand had me out wearing .                 PROSE~POETRY *CHRISTIAN ODINAKA* <De Chris SON OF THE SALT>

live On My Queen Like candle in the rain You lived your life my love Even thou it was not long That's what it made to be ************************** You're the joy of sidedness time                   I wish I wish to joyfully rhyme all the time                    I know I know you're always there                    For me Like mirror in the dick You shine in me my ego Even thou it was not clearly That's what we are made to be **************************** The only truth is The hot hole of thy self And the entre hover of myself Which you made but not by yourself For like breeze in the rain You blow our joys away Even thou it was not really That's how you are made to live **************************** *princess*! Why do you leaved ? Thou we'd q fear share of you But to say goodbye before our youth Is what I goad by before you life . For like salt in the sea , We lived our life my  soul ! Even thou it's so sore That's

BIZARRE CONVOCATION On my way to heaven I meet you angel of war whose mouth is the sword of ages You're asked to speak unknown language on behalf of son of many deities Thou , you're made to been fighting wars of pity. When the war is almost over your back attracted the face for who to settle the war you cased . plant a tree in me and hold Euphrates to see the garden of eden Made away with my heart and deny me yours -          post lot of lust in me leaping and celebrating at the mountain Tours and opened the opposite of you Closed ye outside with the key of anguish In the morning you ask for my friendship Gave me lines of hear-war at night you mean the world to me and make a war to fight Bellicose i am ;not for war in my heart          you have all i need          you are  i need          still can't get all i want . Compunctious ; been the other For unknown language i spoke At the gate of the heavy heart i meet you as a warrior The do