rain – Hauwa Shaffii Nuhu (Bayero University Kano)
what provokes the sky
into screaming as it splits,
releasing heavy breaths
and lightning, squirting water ?
is it the madness of orgasm
explosive and stark,
that the clouds
cannot conceal ?
i watch the sky shiver first;
sated woman of robust offerings
as though the thrusts of nature
have reached that top,
and its heavy breaths are tremors
running through her thighs
settling as cold hot steam
the wind carries her heavy breaths,
slowly, then inaudibly
assuming the scent of dew
Hauwa is a young Nigerian writer who resides in Minna and schools at Bayero University, Kano. She’s in her second year, studying Law. She’s inspired by any pair of lovely eyes and is irredeemably in love with John Green.
OUR MOTHER’S PRAYER – Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji (University of Lagos)
The cemented floor had whitened our mother’s chocolate knees
Almost as white as the ceiling –
The silent, blank middleman between God and mother
God bless my husband and my children too
Our mother’s prayer was a sacrifice salted with love for her family
But it seemed our mother’s prayer was another Cain-ish sacrifice
Or God was too far away in His cloudy cosmos
And our mother’s prayer was like the Tower of Babel –
It would never reach God’s gold-tiled compound
So God didn’t know when the dark tongue of the road
Licked life out of our job-hunting father
Or probably God knew about everything
Probably He knew too that our frequent fasting was a product of poverty
And not piousness
So he had decided to punish us
To punish us hard like sinners in hell
Everything Has Changed by Bona Solomon
A bold reason to smile…
I could walk the sun to the earth
Dream a million times:
Just to feel what I felt those nights
Those nights of extreme chills…
Cheeks overstretched from smiling without regrets,
Voice hoarse from internal screams of satisfaction,
Laughing with the hope of being heard by the ocean…
Counting stars with all admiration
A complete star I hope I become
Always beautiful to the one who named me
Forever thankful for the awesome thoughts
The feeling of being loved…
No level of heat can amount to the warm embrace:
So tight, received with gladness and attachment
Unspoken promises become clear in my head: I smile again.
Experiencing the best feelings ever…
Never letting go of what is real
Never doubting what is real
Savoring each moment deeply so as not to forget.
Kissing becomes a love potion…
A potion so effective, the magic kicks in immediately
The war of tongues fought with pride:
There’s no death when it becomes our addiction.
An addiction carefully wired, but so electrocuting…
The waves are not the only lapping sounds you can hear:
But the silence of feather-kisses and light touches…
Heated, gentle, passionate, but firm caressing of the lips.
Two young hearts secured like depth of great seas –
So deep, so wide: exploration is the only solution
The direction of the wind is all that matters
With you in front of me, I think I’m right.
I found solace on the sticky sand…
With the sand beneath my feet
Under the dark-blue skies,
Twilight assures me like my best friend.
The arms around me will forever protect me:
I know this; I feel it when I taste the French on your lips.
Memories that will remain ever lush…
I’m doing that smiling thing again-
Looking like an idiot when I zone off
Now I have a good reason to smile…
I wish to dream a million times,
Just to feel what I felt those nights.
Bona Solomon is a student of the University of Ibadan, currently studying Guidance and Counseling. Her poems were featured in the UI anthology book 1. She loves the concept of life, which she believes deals with freedom and self-comportment. She derives solace from wielding the pen.