‘Pain of Beauty’ by Nduka Omeife (Watercolour, 2016).
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The Lion King
• January - March 2017
Temptation
By Moshood Azeez
Temptation
And infatuation replaced love
Days after days in winter
Nights after nights in summer
Colours of days
Fragrances of Nights
Time after time
We are overwhelmed
Sexiness trumps beauty
Lusts over character
Materials over immaterials
Heart over soul
Temptation is charming
Lust is never thoughtful
And, all in all
Seclusion supersedes interaction
~How alluring temptation can be~
Interaction supersedes seclusion
And, all in all
Thoughtful never is lust
Charming is temptation
Soul over heart
Immaterials over materials
Character over lust
Beauty trumps sexiness
Overwhelmed are we
Time after time
Nights of fragrances
Days of colours
Summer in nights after nights
Winter in days after days
Love replaced infatuation and
Temptation
Nothing changes
By Bertha Appiah-Gyapong
It all remains the same
When trust has been broken
And feelings hurt
When words have been spoken
And nothing left unsaid
When words have done their best
And the impact done their worst
When remembering is painful
But forgetting is doubtful
So sure one minute, never doubting
But a shock the next minute,
Constantly wavering
Every attempt to mend the wrong
Every mistake ever wrought
Every attempt to amend the words
Every word spoken in fury
Every syllable uttered in wrath
Every breath taken in grief
Every exchange made in furious
desperation
Then the walls are built
In anger, in fury, with wrath
The bridges are broken
In silence, in disappointment, in grief
and in anguish
The abyss is formed, the chasm
widened
No more familiar
No more routine
No more assumptions
No more my friend
Never thought it would be like this
Never thought it would come to this
Never thought you would be like this
This stranger, my friend,
Nothing changes
It still remains the same
Friendship is broken.
Forever.
Something to Mind
By Ayomipo Ajayi
Defying all definition
Defining all recognition
Against all odd, against other muse
Against all works and against all fuse
This is my mirror
This is my form
This is my bone
This is my throne
The place where I get my light
Yet a place I see the dark
A place with all my wrong
Yet a place with all my right
Just in between, there is no work.
A placed with all my doubt,
Yet a place with all my trust,
Nothing really happens until there is
a thrust.
A place with all my faith,
Yet a place with all my fear
As far as you can see, that’s who you
are.
A place with all my tears,
Yet a place with all my smile,
Being happy is in its self; that is what
it is.
A place filled with all my worries,
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