NAIJA KREATIVES

I hope this poem will serve as stairs to the sky. I hope these rhymes will catch your eyes, I hope my hypnotic words will wing you to fly. Fearlessly glitter in the dark and rise! Yesterday, you slayed Like the Cyclops of the Odyssey. The moon is in your eyes, The land of your lineament is rainy, The dark wind has dusted for you, A castle of bewilderment. Dimmed gold of a dog's life, roomed your fate. Stretched to your hand is a tightrope, Of a rebirth of the mighty Phoenix. Dance to the rhythm of new hope. Gloomy days and tears are bounded. Here is the key to the new beginning gate. A painting of a new smile On your fair face. I hope this poem is a kiss of life. I hope this poem brings a new lease on life. Try this time, remembering these words. Try this time, remembering, This is your time and moment. Try this time, remembering, There is a God. Bennie S. Alan is a Liberian writer, musical artist, poet, and storyteller from Monrovia. Inspired by his mother and grandmother, he bega...

You asked. I gave what I could. Not everything. Just enough. After that, my messages felt quiet. Not because I stopped, but because you stopped seeing. The space between us grew. No fight. No goodbye. Just distance. I stayed available. You stayed away. I understood without words: people remember you when they need you, then forget when the need is gone. I didn’t hate you. I only learned that timing rules hearts, and silence teaches more than promises. Life moves like this: giving, taking, leaving questions. I stand with mine. If only time could listen. Reme Abel Nakruah Nawoe Liberian Writer, Poet, Educator & Motivational Speaker Writing as The Black Poet, Reme Abel Nakruah Nawoe is recognized for his poignant poetry exploring themes of love, heartbreak, hope, and social commentary, deeply rooted in African reality and lived experience. Through simple, direct language, he gives voice to the unheard and expresses inner truths shaped by social struggle. As a modern truth-teller in 21...

In Nigeria, we don't have light. Common sense is trampled upon and thrown into the bin So that  to pick it up or wash and iron it's rumpled shirt, there's no light to do the laundry Only a fire that burns to ashes. It hurts. I come from a land of the night Where vision has lost its sight No human rights or a sense of what is right No hope to rewrite our poverty streaked plight. This is where darkness reigns And tears are the rains that water our crops When pain triggers it to drop Our children carry their dreams in bowls of darkness Chanting up Nepa up nepa A prayer to the man upstairs to send us LIGHT at least for a WHILE I come from a land of many churches Where we ride on as pretended horses Lying lazily on lonely lanes and street corners  With a huge cross mounting our centres Blind folded men of God running helter skelter to raise money for generators Because there is no power to the microphones that blare the good news They do not mind ...

Few days ago, we observed a remarkable personality and her new published work. We asked her out for an interview and she agreed gladly. Here are the details of what we got from her.   1. Miss, Please Introduce yourself? My name is  Awodiya  Esther Funke. I am a poet and social campaigner. Though a native of Ilesha in Osun State, I was born in Nigeria’s economic capital, Lagos, where I  currently reside. I hold a Bachelors degree in Sociology from the University of Ado Ekiti, now Ekiti State University, and a Masters Degree from the University of Ibadan, Ibadan. I am the Initiator "SAFE DREAMS INITIATIVE", which is dedicated to Sickle cell awareness. I am also a member of Poets in Nigeria (PIN), and the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA). I recently unveiled my first poetry book, "THE FARMER’S DAUGHTER" (poems on the borderline). I'm  committed to using poetry to positively impact people and societies worldwide. 2. What inspires...

LYRICAL DEXTERITY 5 vr 2-18 2 You gave us bread, and you gave us cheese You gave us the moon, the stars, and the seas 3 Five senses, we hear, taste, view, and sneeze You gave us fine air and added breeze 4 you paid our fees So we could earn degrees 5 you gave us ice, made us wise so we don't freeze 6 You gave us salvation for free not for lease You showed us the door and gave us the keys 7 According to your riches and glory, you supplied us our needs By your stripes, we are healed from every disease 8 You gave us peace Yet we were not pleased 9 The bible says that the wages of sin is death, We lie, fornicate, steal, and engaged ourselves in a lot more of these And I wonder why our lives have not yet been ceased 10 Though the sweetest God, I can boldly say that you are displeased by our actions, that is why we have gone on our knees to pray saying “Lord please” Forgive us our sins Especially those who have slept with their cousins 11 No losses, no d...

In the valley of aspiration  through the alley of desperation I peered into the player's jubilation I feared the delays of faulty dedication I dared to dominate my limitations Like a fry my assumed Rock-steady dedications Were dust My jubilation dead! But the thought of you Pushed me to the wall Of triumph Then I broke the boundaries Between us Now she loves within; their caps are up Itohan Eghide studies English and Literary studies at University of Uyo. A budding poetess, Inspirational writer and motivational speaker. She is a co-author of the book entitled, " Master of Maxims "

UNTITLED  Light flickers at its approaching dullness, After blazing in the splendour of brightness, Diminished with weakening flames, And fierceness made crippled like the lames, At first, ravishing what it could, Until warmness gave way to menacing cold, Quenching with strength unable to hold. . The freshness of a start, Propelled by the urge to impart, To the soul, it was all it wanted; Perfectly summed up as request granted, But it begins to tell in strength, Straying for lack of concentration, Alas! The soul yearned not for this conclusion. . The light was bright; The soul had strength and might, Yet all went with a swipe, Too sudden the ooze and wipe, Draining with ease yet taking away its ease, Till you fret to release, The subdueing grip of weariness. *** Nsikak Jack is a motivational writer and Poet. An undergraduate student, Studying English and Literary studies at University of Uyo, Nigeria.

IN MY EYES In My Eyes You Will See A Woman Of Love, Truth, And Honesty Look Into My Eyes And You Will Know Just How Deep I Can Be And Just How Far I Will Go In My Eyes You Will Find All The Pain And Troubles Of The Past Left Behind Look Into My Eyes And You Will Feel The Hope, Joy, And Faith To Heal Though My Eyes Sometimes Shed A Tear I Pray For The Ones I Love So Dear Look Into My Eyes And Look Deep Inside You Will Find That I Have Nothing To Hide In My Eyes You Will See Desire No Money, No Fame, Or No Fortune Can Buy Her Look Into My Eyes And Feel The Love So Free And Pure Just Like A Dove In My Eyes You Will See Compassion and Grace And The Power To Spread It Everywhere, Every Place Look Into My Eyes and See The World The Stars And Planets All In One Swirl In My Eyes There is hope, Inspiration The Colors And Hues So Much Captivation In My Eyes There Are Many Things You Will See But Most Importantly In My Eyes You Will See Me Amaka Imani Nkosazana was born in Ala...

   I AM I am a lost tributary flowing into the marrow of life Meandering my pride in a lost voyage Daunted by the frown of a passing wind Rolled and tossed into the dying dreams of a pauper Sailing through my adversary liquor One shot to heaven Whispering a prayer for his gin to wash me ashore beyond hades A land where the shackles on tomorrow’s feet Outweighs the fairy tales of hamlet I am a hunchback of truth in a lie Carried on the lips of a widow Who curses the sundown that birthed me Still I will rise like the eleventh hour of Judas’ conscious Tell the gatekeeper at Eden The snail fear not the feet of the cheetah For in his wisdom he traded his beautiful hope for an ugly faith Papa’s drums are singing; Sabali! Sabali! The roasted corn will take you home Kingsley Kojo Antwi is an award winning poet, screenwriter and an entrepreneur. He is a graduate from the University of Education – Kumasi Campus, where he studied Information Technology Education. Kojo is also the vice...