THE BLUE MEDAL OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY We have to laugh in-between these lines & pause to stretch our bodies to occupy space. It’ll weave itself...
Author - John Chizoba Vincent
John Chizoba Vincent has become the names of three people who deliberately see through each other. Sometimes, they are at war with each other and at times, they are the ties that never get broken. They: Them: Us: We represent Boys and their Anatomies, Men and their vulnerabilities, and Humans and their imperfections. Between them are rosy track roads that are rough and tough. They live in a lonely room in Lagos, Nigeria.
HEAL THE BOYCHILD Dear boy: Do not enslave your thoughts to the ashes of Eden, Do not build your hope upon the tight pocket of mental women learning to wipe...
FINDING SOLACE Sometimes, counting the sand becomes the only way I could find hope, Counting the stars bring joy to my bored heart when all love is gone; when...
POETS ARE POOR Omawumi birthed venom yesterday She won’t marry me again because I am a poet, she said poets are poor Is my pen not worthy to buy her make up...