A commentary on the poem: Why Men are Monsters and Women are Saints There’s no shortage of stories painting men…
PoetoluMarch 31, 2025
Time moves like a pickpocket, light on its feet, swift with its hands, leaving nothing but the crumbs of what…
PoetoluMarch 4, 2025
Yesterday, Kunle came in, seething and sulking, as if someone died. We prodded, we taunted, but he wouldn’t tell us…
PoetoluFebruary 22, 2025
You did not see her waist, but I did It's the rareness of water in a vastness of sand as…
PoetoluJuly 1, 2023
Sometimes you want to punch a human in the face you want to punch them so hard bash their face…
PoetoluOctober 21, 2021
If a bar of soap could feel of what would it speak? to wake up each day feeling less than…
PoetoluAugust 11, 2021
You must remember what it's like washing clothes in a huge basia*; you don't drink it, you don't reuse it…
PoetoluJanuary 22, 2021
The chirps of colourful birds fill the air you are strolling in a park, the sun is high high at…
PoetoluDecember 4, 2020
It’s a story of the one no one argues was a fool he had ten bags of gold and lost…
PoetoluNovember 11, 2020