slayer by Goodness Olanrewaju Ayoola 


dawn is young

and daughter you must slay—


is it true that an arena of murder runs through your thighs

and men die daily?


do you kill boys too?

the ones who ride their fathers’ curseS around in quick rainbows

sinking stars

too hasty to eat the poison that killed their fathers…


do you kill boys too?


i see men light your story in the peak of harmattan

they say you are wild fire—

if not for incest you could have burned through your father


they say something else


that you twirl your waist

a town of bastards for milk from the testicles of dogs


they say something else


when all is not fun again

you are a market of mockery—a slay of shame…


tmp_IMG_20150719_155636-1773024796Goodness Olanrewaju Ayoola is a poet and teacher of English. His poetry has appeared in poetry journals and anthologies. Few of his poems have garnered awards and translated into Assemese. He is currently an International Director of the World Union of Poets and was one of the judges for the 2016 Green Authors Prize (GAP) sponsored by  Words Rhymes and Rhythms. He is the author of ‘Meditations’, a collection of poems. He has an NCE in English and Yoruba languages and a B.A (ed) in English.






WE DON’T DEBATE by Agbaakin O. Jeremiah,


suddenly, he will negotiate your dream,

speak in tongues of Adam Smith –

say something about global meltdown

as if the city has always been on the map,

with red lines or red tapes in the budget;

strangling capital dreams:

of standard macadam or stadia

good enough to host future Olympics.


they came to rock you

to the bed of democracy with campaign lullabies;

slip you into dreams too lofty

to lift your head from the pillow

like a bucket from a dark well;

armed with promises too desired

to not scorn debates.


in Africa, you don’t debate guts or odds

like a gambler trapped

in the maze of statistics:

only the weight of jingling coins by the gladiators,

who fight to seize the kingdom in your thumb.



is it not a miracle of memory?

how we walk out of that hell into haven

as Brexit; and mummify time

and skin the past off its serpentine skin

till the price of Tomato no longer stuns,

and the shyness of Naira on EBay

is a mere personality disorder that will pass,

you slide into home-made and carve out a new patriotism

on the sturdy rock of recession.


BarryjayAgbaakin O. Jeremiah, a poet and campus Editor, reads law in the University of Ibadan.  Agbaakin, a six-time finalist of Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest, won the maiden Ogidigbo Poetry Prize and was shortlisted for Dwarts Prize, as well as

His works are featured/forthcoming on Antartica Journal, Wagon Magazine, Tuck Magazine, Sentinel Quarterly, Kalahari Review, Praxis Magazine, African Writer, Sub-Saharan Magazine, BPPC (Loops of Hope) Anthology, Irawo Anthology, Niyi Osundare Anthology, Pulse Nigeria and elsewhere.


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