Aideloje   Junior Editor

I will look up to the Hills

I will look up to the hills When I am defied with the test of life When reality struggle my dreams to the fall And hopes collapse like a sac Then, I will look up to the Hills. I will look up to the hills, The Hills, my Hills, where cometh my help...

– by Sunday Aideloje

Mama's Thought

Ojeagbon! mother of my embryo The fattening breast that nourished my infant taste the taste that has grown beyond my quest The quest I no longer know how Mother of my birth the birth of my Journey The Journey of my cradle The cradle of my though...

– by Sunday Aideloje

The Mix match

Coeducational Criminals in cognominal political abysmal Animals with flocking feathers in professional arena With arsenal of corruption and confessional agenda Intentional illusion in co-opted self-services These are our flesh and blood ...

– by Sunday Aideloje

Songs of nature

I flow like a stream I glow like the moon I shine like the sun I am natural I dress like the trees I dance like waves I blow like the breeze I am cultural I move like the winds I am hot like the fire I sing like the sparrow I am sensational ...

– by Sunday Aideloje

Brothers at arms

Striving and wrangling everywhere you turn kinsmen falling like hay in the fields of battle The lake bleeds and creeks ruined suicide bombers and bearers of death on rampage by the garrison of Lafiya Dole lies the graveyard peace Lives are cut do...

– by Sunday Aideloje