Silas Bamigbola's articles Creative Poetry Naked Somehow, I have gotten used to being naked, And sometimes when I wear tight clothes Which colour blends to the colour of my skin, People still think that’s my naked body. I still tell myself this lie; I’m scared of being naked. Of a truth, with each word I pen down And show the […] Written by Silas Bamigbola May 18, 2020May 21, 2020 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked Creative Stories Witchcraft In Aso Villa, Abuja 2nd June 2011 — inside the other room of Professor and Mrs Muyiwa. “Honey it’s not rising!” “But we did it just last week before we moved in here after the president’s swearing-in” “Hah! Temi bami o,” Prof. Muyiwa said with tears streaking down his chins “we’ve to do something about this” Foreplays. Blow jobs. […] Written by Silas Bamigbola May 18, 2020May 22, 2020 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked Creative Poetry Unknown Tongues That was how he twisted his tongue Into the shape of an unknown language, Their belief, culture and ethics he knew nothing about. In the name of love, He was the moon who pursued the sun Into the day, and, in the day, he has to speak their language. If it’s about language, We […] Written by Silas Bamigbola May 18, 2020May 22, 2020 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked
Creative Poetry Naked Somehow, I have gotten used to being naked, And sometimes when I wear tight clothes Which colour blends to the colour of my skin, People still think that’s my naked body. I still tell myself this lie; I’m scared of being naked. Of a truth, with each word I pen down And show the […] Written by Silas Bamigbola May 18, 2020May 21, 2020 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked
Creative Stories Witchcraft In Aso Villa, Abuja 2nd June 2011 — inside the other room of Professor and Mrs Muyiwa. “Honey it’s not rising!” “But we did it just last week before we moved in here after the president’s swearing-in” “Hah! Temi bami o,” Prof. Muyiwa said with tears streaking down his chins “we’ve to do something about this” Foreplays. Blow jobs. […] Written by Silas Bamigbola May 18, 2020May 22, 2020 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked
Creative Poetry Unknown Tongues That was how he twisted his tongue Into the shape of an unknown language, Their belief, culture and ethics he knew nothing about. In the name of love, He was the moon who pursued the sun Into the day, and, in the day, he has to speak their language. If it’s about language, We […] Written by Silas Bamigbola May 18, 2020May 22, 2020 Saving Bookmark this article Bookmarked
