Bliss resort

By Oladapo Grace Omowumi Its so crazy. I swear it is. I philosophise that every young person is a very empty place. A young person: say you, say me. And we're seekers of laughter or perhaps, bliss in our emotions. But does it matter, if the sky is black or if the sky is blue. Does it matter if you've been to a make-up studio And you're with pretty images or not? Does it matter if you seem natural or not? I think you're a very vacant place. Some soft place,  say like paradise. Its why I seek the streets that lead into your soul. I stand at the gates of you, your heart. I seek * whole worlds * in your laughter. I seek the real you. I still hope that one day when I touch you with the flames in my soul, You would be caught up in the same flames too.

By Ola Vincent Omotade Roses are red, Violets are blue, Grasses are green Girls love pink....so wait and think. Today is Valentine they say, You're my curry & thyme, you make me taste. Your love is freshness, All it brings to me is resuscitativeness. It brings life to my dead spirit, spirit to my nonfunctional life. So you kept flowering my world, Making it colorful like the hibiscus hut. I just love seeing that smile of yours, That one that touches my heart like good music. You're a queen Not only to be worshipped,but adorned So every seconds in eternity I kept dreaming of your frangipani face, Swisses and roses in bright colours. I wish I could take you to a place lively as heaven and boring as golden resorts Having you by my side is all I wish,  As I tour the Atlantic SPA, to and fro. I wish I could always whisper love to your ear just as I have been doing, And see you smile to my joking teases I wish all day could be Valentine, S

By Ola Vincent Omotade I look dark in the outside But deep within my fragile heart, lies a light. "The brightest light that shines so bright" Just as the rainbow in its gloomily, Brightens and beautifies the clouds, After a stormy rain, so I shine in your gloominess I am a black angel yet I brighten your darkest. So I stood every morning causing a radiance to your awesome smile. Even when it seems am unnoticed, I keep making you colourful and accepted. So many decades ago, I was sent to come make you fulfill To come bring you splendor in vendors. My beautiful self have I sold to your love, I live all day radically enraptured  in your world. I am your BLACK ANGEL

By Jonathan Oladeji I don’t know how many people have met Salewa before, even if it is not the Salewa I am talking about. What can you say is common about every Salewa? It’s usually their room mates that can testify better. I met Salewa in my 200 level and she told me her name was Sally. I stared at her for hours before managing to pick a seat behind her in the then AUD 2 on the Great Ife campus. Salewa is the typical tall, slim, dark and beautiful (TSDB) girl. I approached with all caution because I wanted to make a good impression. Even though I am not much of a fashionista, I could see her wrist bracelet, earrings and neck-piece were a complete set out of an A-Class boutique. Salewa was not the bend-down select kind of girl. I wanted to break out of that circle too by all means. We talked awkwardly at first, then kicked off with a bit of more fashion related gist as I noticed that was all she wanted to talk about. I actually wanted to talk about drawing boards and painting c

 – By John Chizoba Vincent Mother said the best place to laugh is in the graveyard and mortuary. Father told us the better place to cry is in the church, but, I’ve learnt that the white place for all these is within you! because it gives you a grey freedom, freedom to be a loner, freedom to walk by yourself yourself; freedom to drink from your lost black memories, Search through the tattered grit history that made you. freedom to weigh your wandering thoughts on your palms and see the reason why the earth is against every human. Freedom to see your pastor’s visions and never dance stupidly without asking how. Freedom to break hold from your Imam’s illusion in the mosque and, never lose your senses to him! I’ve studied nature and discovered the graveyard is the poorest place, It is rich in loamy and dust and; dust worth nothing! When our ancestors danced along the forest of Umuahia, they lied to us, they planted falsehood in us like lyrics of music. They