I know I will get flak for saying this, but I am tired of seeing top Yoruba personalities coming here to claim neatral but directly throwing mud at everything good happening for @PeterObi. It must be said that they are doing this only because of ethnic sentiments & its sad. @PeterObi In Nigeria, it is allowed for a Yoruba man to say emilokan and his tribesmen crowd around him without repriman; a Hausa man to say we have the numbers and we must have it & his people cheer him; but an Igbo man gathering just 12 disciples will be called IPOB. Why?

I am very excited to announce the latest issue of our quarterly magazine of collective knowing: CỌ́N-SCÌÒ MAGAZINE, July 2022 —‘IDENTITY’ by @consciomag x @authorpedia x @bardmus x @OgwijiEhi @EugeneYakubu x @BrainyPoet #conscio
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GET YOUR FREE COPY: bit.ly/IDENTITY0722 the Issue features an interview that explores feminism & related themes in Olisakwe Ukamaka's novel Ogadinma, and "amazing poems, essays, stories, photographs and art that bare, obscure, illuminate, conceal, appreciate and define the things that make us, or otherwise". #conscio

SELF-PORTRAIT AS A HELIUM CONTESTING FLIGHT WITH THE SPIRITS | an essay by Taofeek "Aswagaawy" Ayeyemi: @Aswagaawy

A thread ⬇️ wrr.ng/features/essay… @Aswagaawy A handful of wonders, that's what I am. A God's gentle metaphor, crispy line stretching into stanzas, into poetry. The smallness of the ring that stretches into Solomon's rare glory. An ocean of grace with a tiny opening.

UNNAMED | a poem by Roy Duffield: @DrinkTraveller

A thread ⬇️ wrr.ng/poetry/unnamed… @DrinkTraveller the indiscernible tread
of communal footprints
stamped en masse
on the shores
of the Nyanza
they're still dredging
up new bones

THE OFFING| a poem by Prosper Ifeanyi

A thread ⬇️ wrr.ng/poetry/the-off… when I saw God
I trembled like a man I used the
wrong pronouns
—Kaveh Akbar

A boy, prettier than me, asked if I were truly
an image of God or just dust clotted from a womb.
I had the answers. They were wrapped somewhere

THERE’S A GHOST IN THE MIRROR | a poem by Olafisoye-Oragbade Oluwatosin David

A thread ⬇️ wrr.ng/poetry/theres-… i.
they said i'd learn who i am,
learn the secrets heaven hid in me,
if my body is a poem from God,
maybe I can read the lyrics when I see my reflection.

ii.
the stories i see scare me.
a ghost in the mirror -
he wears my face,

ubuntu | a poem by Nket Godwin: @NketGodwin

A thread ⬇️ wrr.ng/poetry/ubuntu-… @NketGodwin since i learned how to count legs of stars
and sluggish steps of moon
pick little stars and tuck into my hair as dream flower
i have walked the road of being
intent as the miracle of celestial sparkle
watched me in the mirror of meaning
reflecting polysemy of selves

A CAREFUL EXALTATION OF THE BODY AS THE PUREST FORM OF ART AND A SIDE NOTE ON BEAUTY | a poem by Taofeek "Aswagaawy" Ayeyemi: @Aswagaawy

A thread ⬇️ wrr.ng/poetry/a-caref… @Aswagaawy A muezzin's call breaks into this body/ dips my tongue
into a Diwan's chorus/ In this room/ scripts of litanies pile high/

I pull a local blade from its cracked wall/ sharpen it against a cornerstone/
and reshape the edges of my tribal marks:/ the magnetic metals

IS THIS BODY STILL A TEMPLE? | a poem by Amoye Favour: @AmoyeF

A thread ⬇️ wrr.ng/poetry/is-this… @AmoyeF My Mind has become a Cascade of emotions
And for each thought that desires to be let free,
There is turbulence. That is to say that
My sanity and my emotions are distant companions.
But my desire for emancipation is greater than me.