We have come up with our own list of 5 types of book readers. If you happen to find which book reader best explains you, let us know in our comment section; “CAN WE SKIP TO THE MIDDLE ALREADY” BOOK READERS You are this type of book reader if you open a book and immediately […]
In old times; Our class had a time for pottery We mixed raw clay with water and drew various shapes It blended with our skins No one stood out different I laugh when I remember times I once thought glorious Now a shame to myself I should tell you, but I won’t
The pole is her muse With every swift but erotic turn She is stuffed with money And her fans left with a rock hard ERECTION!!!
In the early and late hours of the day, I go there to spill my thoughts, Welcome to a place where I don’t seem invisible, Welcome to a place where I fight my demons and put to death the troubles within, Welcome to a place where I confide in birds and the sky, Welcome to […]
Bookworms Arise Book-club created by founder Ms. Omolola Odunowo on the 16th of October, 2017 had on the 25th of November, 2017 gathered for its first ever book-club meetup held at our founders home. At the time, the Book-club was only accessible to residents of Ikeja, Agege, Ifako and Berger axis of Lagos, Nigeria. Ms. […]
I thought this way for years Never realising that I was the fool Now that I know, I shall always be one step ahead Is it my colour they want to know? I have just the perfect thing To bring the sole of my feet to all of me Just a few years and I […]
My features began the lie The precious feminine scent hid itself away for a score Femme fatale – you natural’s call it A doomed madam is who I am Pink is to woman as blue is to man This saying; a big fat lie Feeling doomed and betrayed, I have Sworn to secrecy by my […]
A love under threat Clothes scattered everywhere Why did he leave a mess Why does my heart give signs of distress Footsteps here and there The door still steamy from evil sex I begin to hate my eyes I begin to cry heated cries She leaves, he becomes a statue For two hours we remain, […]
Mama Femi was dragged though the streets today Called a whore and spat on Stripped like one does a banana My compassion dwindled as mama whispered,' They'll stone you if you try ' I stood, rooted to the ground I am bitter,enraged,a tad bit sad My fingers itched to grab and scream at mama 'Are […]
Zaynab Wahab is a muslimah who loves to write. She is an aspiring social media manager/marketer cum product photographer. She is into videography but most of all she is big on food.