THE MISSING PEN | Poetry by Jhose Emriz Gracioux | Chronicles

The author wishes to express his condolences to Opeyemi's family for the loss of their son. also to the PEN's family be...

IF ONLY I HAD | article by Ajay Alex

'If only I had' should never end our lives, I mean it should never be heard from our mouths when...

THE UNKNOWN ANGEL | poem by Kelly Juuz

Hello, old friends Hello to the weevils I know not, The story I have, Is of the gods and not...

THEY ARE VIXEN NOT SEX OBJECTS

“The phenomenon of the video vixen dates back to 1989, when 2 live crew members brought Miami base to hip...

RAPE

Without a feeling, Of remorse you, Took away her purity, And cause her pain, You are a coward. You have ruined...

I'M NOT (26/31 DAYS OF GRÅÇÎÔX POETRY)

After writing MY DEATH WILL, I felt strangling my neck for a sucide will cause me more pains while...

ACHES OF THE HEART

Mother told me not to love until I own a fortress wall that bear my heart How I wish I had...

THE WOMAN

The woman is not too strong a vessel for you to pour all your debris. The woman is no mirror...

MY DEATH WILL (25/31 DAYS OF GRÅÇÎÔX POETRY)

Honestly, I couldn't watch my dreams be gloomy. So; I got a sparkling desire Hot like the burning fire

CONTROLLING ANGER

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and...

MY GLOOMY DREAMS (24/31 DAYS OF GRÅÇÎÔX POETRY)

All thoughts become fruitless As the heavens were still lock I fell down hopeless When my dreams began to stuck My...

WHEN

When will African leaders stick to their inaugural addresses? "I'll build roads; I'll electrify the streets. I'll improve education;...

MY GLOOMY DAYS (23/31 DAYS OF GRÅÇÎÔX POETRY)

Day 23 begins with the suicide story of the author's life His quest, wish, intention and desire to die rather...

GENTLE CRIMINALS

GENTLE CRIMINALS An entity with features of a state But lacks elements of a nation Identity politics; belligerent state, Brinkmanship; no...

DISSECTING INTIMATE LOVE

Apart from seeing God, falling in love is undoubtedly the unequalled desire of every human being on earth, and when...

WHO WE ARE

We are poet, we are not just thinkers; We dig in the worlds with our quills and words. We...

ANCIENT ONE

A wise man once said; "He who pays the Piper, dictates the tune" Likewise he who breeds a lion, must...

THE HEART BREAK (22/31 DAYS OF GRÅÇÎÔX POETRY/31)

He looks at her, She does the same, Inside both their hearts, there was a flame, Blazing so wildly, untamed...

HYPOCRITE

Today is Sunday yes, you went to church Closest to God, you are in the first pew Yet you are...

SHYNESS

You evil spirit of shyness, See now, What you have cause me? I hate you from the bottom of my heart,

IT'S DOUBLE EDGED (21/31 DAYS OF GRÅÇÎÔX POETRY)

My dear Foluke, you should know that, everything that's beautiful, has an opposite "UGLY" like the holy words, it's two...

ONE PROBLEM WITH SOME IGBO PEOPLE OF NIGERIA.

One evening, I was in a bus returning home from Lekki, and there was this man seated next to me....

SUICIDE IS NOT THE WAY (20/31 DAYS OF GRÅÇÎÔX POETRY/31)

Due to FOLUKE's intension of committing suicide, ladies and gentlemen, I have got real POETS in the GRÅÇÎÔX building with...

I CAN'T BEAR THIS SHAME (Day 19/31 DAYS OF GRÅÇÎÔX POETRY)

FO LU KE was left with a broken heart, she regretted ever falling in love with a beast whom has...

A LUTA CONTINUA

Mysterious pressing to destiny Indigenous purpose pends Hope is lost in vain Letting fatality end. What if light is hidden...

POWER TO THE PEOPLE

When will mama Liberia awaken the souls of her people? As success knocks her door, She slaps the masses away. When...

TO HELL FOR ALL I CARE (18/31 DAYS OF GRÅÇÎÔX POETRY)

I want you to look into my eyes Listen to my voice when I talk Take the good, forget the...

NIGERIA! OUR DEAR NATION

This is Nigeria!, a country of words but no action, Her leaders with position that doesn't function, Her people show...

B E S T I E

Let's rain-check! The steps we shared down the watery lane, on the empty road, in the late night. The stories...

REVISITING BIAFURU: OUR STORY OF MISERY AND SURVIVAL

Sometimes the pains of one’s origin become unbearable when the urge to ask what killed your grandfather and grandmother keeps...

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