Youth – A Poem – by Dami Ajayi

YOUTH (after King Sunny Ade) in a frothy spring of herbs In our youth, we sow our wild oats. Unlike the sower’s parable they all fell on loam & flourished & then there was a Cytotec. Existential angst & peregrinations are aubades of youth, the sing-song of mundanity versus warm random beds in Entebbe, Kigali…

WHEN DOES – CHIMA NSOEDO

WHEN DOES? When does –‘this is just how stars align’come into itwhen can I blame indoctrinationand be given a space like the othersthe others I’ve helped to otherwhen would my version of exhaustion no longer shine a light on my privilegeWhen does dress sense, common sense, no spark,play a partSurely they deserve their own separate…