ABIKU (The withered fertility) By Mercy Oluwarinu

  Mama rues the days she bears me. Her tongue spits a burning fire, An antique dagger it remains In the heart of father.   In the wake of the sun she would curse her hidden stars. And in moon's reign would praise the ancestral power Of the river goddess who smut her The wound of a withered fertility.  …

WRATH (The Holy Satan) – Mercy Oluwarinu

The spirit woos around me. Echoing its chants to my ears; It preaches its scriptures, Vocalising its psalms. By praising the tri-gods; it tries to cage me in the sacrament Of its cursed cross. I spat at the face of spirituality, It's powers I exhorted abominably as though an act of adultery. Then spirituality spoke fire. Alas! Ripped, the cross…

Bonne Chance!

'Tom, Dick and Harry found themselves far far away on an unknown island with an imminent war looming over their heads and only two years to prepare to survive the war. Each of them had just one ability. Tom had an eye for food and subsequently learned to cultivate, harvest, cook and preserve food. Dick was a handy man, he…

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