Stories From Young African Poets: Of Stars And Illemobayo.

…Blink your eyes sweetly and you shall see the stars in clusters, whispering in happiness.
The stars sends springs of aura that summons granny to feed us…

While growing as a little girl, I found pleasure in looking at the sky.

I see the full moon in her glory and the stars twinkling happily, it gladdened me.
I once tried to count the little stars- ‘lol’. Most times, I make a wish.

Ojo Victoria Ilemobayo

My love for nature inspires my poetry. I’m thrilled to share my first published poem. “Stars,” appears in UpWrite Magazine, 2021 Issue 4.

Stars By Ojo Victoria Ilemobayo

The hallowed moon is smiling — sipping the flavours of the horizon.
The stars speak of Mama Alakara busy with sales, cheer at the sight of children throwing stones. They giggle at the teens as they play love games, frown at Papa Uche sitting in company of bottles crying for help. The stars shudder at him bitterly till they wane out of life only to return tomorrow.
Blink your eyes sweetly and you shall see the stars in clusters, whispering in happiness.
The stars sends springs of aura that summons granny to feed us with late wits.
In constellation, they beat one another to twinkle.

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Hannah Omokafe Dennis Is A 24-year-old Journalist, Voice-Over artist and UNFPA Adolescent Sexual Reproductive Health Rights Advocate Living In Nigeria. She Currently Serves As A Community Manager In Konya Shamsrumi AndHas Some Of Her Written Works Published On Writer's Space Africa and audio stories on Genti media. She Enjoys Using Words And Her Voice To Tell Stories. She Tweets @Omokafe_forite.

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Hannah Omokafe Dennis Is A 24-year-old Journalist, Voice-Over artist and UNFPA Adolescent Sexual Reproductive Health Rights Advocate Living In Nigeria. She Currently Serves As A Community Manager In Konya Shamsrumi And Has Some Of Her Written Works Published On Writer's Space Africa and audio stories on Genti media. She Enjoys Using Words And Her Voice To Tell Stories. She Tweets @Omokafe_forite.

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