Keyinde Afolayan

#EndSARS By Esther Okekwuo on November 7, 2020 in Focus, OUR WORLD, Poetry Poem 1 Hi… Hello, How are you Esther? Sometimes, you act like a jester! What’s all these I hear in Nigeria? I hear the police is now a molester? Sometimes dressed in an unknown attire To extort, arrest, kill or even pester. I heard at toll gate where you all gathered To make your voices heard for better There you Sòrò Sóké’d for a New Nigeria. But tragedy struck like the flash from a photographer.

Selected by Alexis Rhone Fancher, Poetry Editor By Frank Paino on November 4, 2020 in Main Posts, Poetry Where There’s Smoke (for Tony) Smoke means the way you looked the last time I ever saw you, back pressed against the scuffed bridge rail, bare-chested above the Bay’s ragged thunder, scars so bright it seemed you were already burning.

#EndSARS By Abuchi Onyema on November 4, 2020 in Focus, Poetry The Monster You Made While I sat on my past deflection Reflecting whilst a collateral damage A future bamboozled by authority Junk of institutions blazing our safety Animal kingdom of politicos conjugation Who wet our smiles with sadness Clinching on our rights and freedom * Bend in my precarious abode Where I gain or lose nothing Sipping the fermented sap From a tree of unfruitful kind Groaning and gasping for help But death...