Daily Archives: May 3, 2014

Odun Orimolade

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

The Nigerian born Adefolake Odunayo Orimolade is an artist, lecturer and mother of three who lives with her family in Lagos, the Nigerian commercial capital. Orimolade studied at the Yaba College of Technology, School of Art, Design and Printing. She … Continue reading →

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The Slap

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

I often put the cart before The horse I imagine my books Selling by the millions And that City Lights Paid me the highest Honour by having My ‘Chronicles of Kennzio’ in its window Same things happens With women. I … Continue reading →

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Dreaming Diego

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Writing and painting have no difference, You wait on your blank canvas muse, In the mud and slime, an idea blows by, Maybe you catch it, maybe you don’t, If you do, suddenly, the seed, becomes The flower, and then, … Continue reading →

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We Two

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

I want to paint your portrait Nude surrounded by Hummingbirds and Doves I want to be the sun You lie down on The sensual sounds of your Words My feathers a golden task Inviting you Into the rainforest Where I … Continue reading →

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The Ice Cream Man Is Burning

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

The place is on fire the entire place flames devour holy man and infidel alike the young girls unblemished, lurch down the street human torch-light uncorrupted, screams buzz saw into smoke pigeons dissolve into feathery ash. I have found the … Continue reading →

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The Magical

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

The breeze, the light, the warmth, the grass, the shadows, the paper, the lines around everything, the leaves, the cigarette butts, the tourists, the mothers, the sons, the sleeping cats, the waving American flag, the beat drummed, the electric guitar, … Continue reading →

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On the East Bank of the Mississippi River, New Orleans

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

They come here to drown they don’t know it but they come here, they come here to drown even if it isn’t certain they don’t know what they are doing they come here to this place this time to drown … Continue reading →

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Quandary

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

I wasn’t even Alive when You started placing before Me Those conundrums Which captivated My real self And forced me To blame storm a different Set of people Because I did not know The meanings And I did not get the … Continue reading →

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Crisis

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

There’s so much more I could do. If I could Scatter the seconds Like the grains of sand If the minutes would pass Like a ray of light Passing through a prism Breaking into Those seven colours Lighting every corner … Continue reading →

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Downfall

Posted on May 3, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

His spirit hovered On the edge of doom And before his eyes Were a couple of books? And his favourite illustration hanging in a frame He looked outside the window And saw Children on their way And the winter cascade … Continue reading →

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