Every night that I lay upon my bed
Snoring deep like a man dead
They come suddenly and murder my sleep
Altering my dreams I wake up and weep
Rattling, struggling, dragging, Rats plunder my stock
Bed-bugs, Mosquitoes prey upon my blood and suck
Cockroaches too invade and Tambolo will bite
For blood-suckers, before dawn, are all out of sight
Why they come at such a time I snore deep
I do not know, but their menace’ll make me weep
Even I cannot my sweet dreams hold and save
Because every time of my night’s a midnight rape…
Adeola Goloba
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Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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