An evening of spokenword poetry with Phisayo
Featuring open mic.
DATE: Friday 20th May, 2016
TIME: 4:30pm
Entry is free!
Tuesday 17 May 2016
Freedom Spoke Words Featuring Phisayo
Freedom spoke words presents
An evening of spokenword poetry with Phisayo
Featuring open mic.
DATE: Friday 20th May, 2016
TIME: 4:30pm
Entry is free!
An evening of spokenword poetry with Phisayo
Featuring open mic.
DATE: Friday 20th May, 2016
TIME: 4:30pm
Entry is free!
Rhyme n reasons
This June
6.11.2016
Come experience gospel spoken word pieces and rap with
Jackie hill perry
I am genetics
Preston n perry
And wordsbyezikiel
Live in Lagos!
"You can't jail the rhyme without a reason" Eye Paul Azino
6.11.2016
Come experience gospel spoken word pieces and rap with
Jackie hill perry
I am genetics
Preston n perry
And wordsbyezikiel
Live in Lagos!
"You can't jail the rhyme without a reason" Eye Paul Azino
Saturday 9 April 2016
Freedom spoke words Ft Oko Owi Ocho
Freedom spoke words is here with the song of freedom once again featuring Oko Owi Ocho a.k.a Africa
Come unlearn your misconceptions about 'Black'
Unlearn your misconceptions about 'Africa!'
Unlearn your misconceptions about 'Africa!'
Tuesday 29 March 2016
#First@arts "The Lady and The Arts
(An interactive session with leading women in the performing arts industry)
Guest Speakers:
#Nike Okundaye
(CEO, Nike Art Gallery)
#Taiwo Ajayi - Lycett
(Veteran Actress, Stage/TV)
#Lola Shoneyin
(Director, Ake Books & Arts Festival)
Spokenword By
Kemistree Bakare
Wednesday, 30th March, 2016
KONGI's Harvest Gallery, Freedom Park, Old Hospital Road, Lagos Island, Lagos.
11:00AM - 1:00PM
Powered by:
First@Arts
(A First Bank Initiative)
Hope to meet you there!
Wednesday 16 March 2016
Words On Rampage!!!
18th of March is the day
250LT, Lautech is the Venue
4pm is the time
One Mic
One event
WORDS ON RAMPAGE!
250LT, Lautech is the Venue
4pm is the time
One Mic
One event
WORDS ON RAMPAGE!
Be There!!!
A spokenword video "What Nigerians want"
"WHAT NIGERIANS WANT!"
A mind blowing spoken Video
By Graciano Enwerem ft Veekthur The lyricpoet!
A mind blowing spoken Video
By Graciano Enwerem ft Veekthur The lyricpoet!
Anticipate!!!
Thursday 3 March 2016
Happy Birthaday priest of Poetry
A PRIEST OF POETRY-
P.O.P Uche Uwadinachi,a performance
poet also called Flames - Priest of poetry is the author of poetry collection "SCAR in the HEART of pain. He is the winner of
ANA Lagos (Association of Nigerian Authors) Poetry Performance Festival
(LASPOFEST) Prize 2006 and Pakistan
June ‘Poetrycraze’ contest 2009. 2nd
Prize Poetry Winner of Ken Saro- Wiwa
Contest USA 2010, top ten Award For The Korean- Nigera Poetry Feast 2012, 2nd runner-up in the National Poetry Slam Competition 2012, 3rd prize winner for poetry at the FNL POETRY and
SHORT STORY Competition December
2012 and Top Poetry Winner (March) of
the African Street Writer 2013.Uche’s poem was shortlisted among the ten best
poems for the Korea-Nigeria Poetry Fiesta 2012, his poems has been published in the 'Lime Jewel' collection
London 2010, ‘if yu hia say a de prizin’
2012 Nigeria and other publications and World Poetry International Peace E- Anthology Canada. He is also The winner
Of the spokenword category of Nigeria's writers award.
Tuesday 1 March 2016
What if I told you by Sunsampaul Egwu
WHAT IF I TOLD YOU
(Lifeexperience.com)
What if I told you
I'm not a Nigerian,
Even though my accent sound like that of a Fulani cow boy,
And my complexion differs not, from a talented Igbo lad
I'm just a citizen of human race
What if I told you
I'm one of those angels
Sent down from heaven,
To help write about freedom with their pens.
To deliver those in captive,
To repair the brains of sadist
And make the world halcyon.
What if I told you
The evil they're doing
Will lead to their early grave.
For no sinner shall go unpunished.
And theirs might be worst
If they refuse to desist
Since they find no means to resist.
What if I told you
Black doesn't mean Bad,
Even though they both begin with 'B'.
So let's stop judging by complexion
But by the content of character.
What if I told you
My pen is philosophical,
Penetrating deep into the heart of evil doers,
Devouring your devourers,
Tormenting your tormentors,
Fighting your fighters,
Deceiving your deceivers,
Giving peace to peace makers.
What if told you
Those children in the slum
Die every hour of malaria,
Mosquitoes now their neighbours,
Poverty waving in melancholy,
Cholera beating the drum of bad breathe on them,
Measles and acne smiling at them.
What if I told you
Our hospitals are downtrodden,
Schools fallen,
Student engaged in malpractices,
Laboratories no where to be found,
Good teachers barely paid.
Yet they need the students to be leaders of tomorrow.
What if I told you
That our daughters suffered from excruciating pains,
Their glory-holes become penetrating holes.
They were raped in pains,
Bounded with chains,
Beaten with canes,
By those wicked women traffickers.
What if I told you
Our brothers who graduated with first class degrees,
Hunting for job for the past six years.
Yet ended up being bus conductors,
Cos they were not given the chance to prove their intelligence.
What if I told you
Being nice to a girl
Doesn't obligate her
To be romantically attracted to you.
Some are for the money,
Whilst some needed to be horny.
They may even call you honey,
Whilst you're still moaning.
But at the end they'll leave you mourning,
While it's still morning.
©Copyright
#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
29-02-16
05:31am
Sunsampaul Egwu aka The Philosopher, is a poet, instrumentalist, author and a computer science student. He is the pioneer of Ghetto City of Poetry and the founder of Citadel of Life. He resides in Lagos, precisely Ajegunle. Paul is a lover of children and a life changer with zeal of helping souls in the slum, He also lecture lads and lasses in writing. Egwu Paul started writing when he was six years old and he has written motivational books such as 'Words of wisdom to the nation', 'Turning your plight into your flight', 'Words of Encouragement to the Nation' etc. But are still unpublished except his novel titled IKENNA AND THE ZEBRA, (An African folktale). Paul loves reading books of any genres including the Bible. He also blog@ www.citadeloflife.blogspot.com
Email: sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com. facebook: Sunsampaul Egwu. Tel: 08180861170
Twitter: @sunsaint96
(Lifeexperience.com)
What if I told you
I'm not a Nigerian,
Even though my accent sound like that of a Fulani cow boy,
And my complexion differs not, from a talented Igbo lad
I'm just a citizen of human race
What if I told you
I'm one of those angels
Sent down from heaven,
To help write about freedom with their pens.
To deliver those in captive,
To repair the brains of sadist
And make the world halcyon.
What if I told you
The evil they're doing
Will lead to their early grave.
For no sinner shall go unpunished.
And theirs might be worst
If they refuse to desist
Since they find no means to resist.
What if I told you
Black doesn't mean Bad,
Even though they both begin with 'B'.
So let's stop judging by complexion
But by the content of character.
What if I told you
My pen is philosophical,
Penetrating deep into the heart of evil doers,
Devouring your devourers,
Tormenting your tormentors,
Fighting your fighters,
Deceiving your deceivers,
Giving peace to peace makers.
What if told you
Those children in the slum
Die every hour of malaria,
Mosquitoes now their neighbours,
Poverty waving in melancholy,
Cholera beating the drum of bad breathe on them,
Measles and acne smiling at them.
What if I told you
Our hospitals are downtrodden,
Schools fallen,
Student engaged in malpractices,
Laboratories no where to be found,
Good teachers barely paid.
Yet they need the students to be leaders of tomorrow.
What if I told you
That our daughters suffered from excruciating pains,
Their glory-holes become penetrating holes.
They were raped in pains,
Bounded with chains,
Beaten with canes,
By those wicked women traffickers.
What if I told you
Our brothers who graduated with first class degrees,
Hunting for job for the past six years.
Yet ended up being bus conductors,
Cos they were not given the chance to prove their intelligence.
What if I told you
Being nice to a girl
Doesn't obligate her
To be romantically attracted to you.
Some are for the money,
Whilst some needed to be horny.
They may even call you honey,
Whilst you're still moaning.
But at the end they'll leave you mourning,
While it's still morning.
©Copyright
#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
29-02-16
05:31am
Email: sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com. facebook: Sunsampaul Egwu. Tel: 08180861170
Twitter: @sunsaint96
Sunday 28 February 2016
3rd March 2016. let's Rock on with Edaoto
Rockin on with Edaoto is here again
Live at freedom park lagos.
Edaoto Agbeniyi
It's going to be serious fun, Afrobeat session, musical ritual
and interaction. Be there!!!
Live at freedom park lagos.
It's going to be serious fun, Afrobeat session, musical ritual
and interaction. Be there!!!
To my invisible mum
TO MY INVISIBLE MOTHER
I had once wondered in the wonderland of imagination like every child to get embraced by you,
To get cuddled when tears violate my eyes,
To feel the warmth of you when the breeze of torture captures me.
But mother, you remain invisible in your visibility.
I was denied the milk to grow
Men were forced to believe that kwashiorkor was my second name.
I struggled with my upbringing.
It was different from every other children.
I could not even remember if I ever tasted your breast milk,
But what has kept my growth to this peak
Is the man-made milk called Peak.
I had to live on injection not to be injected from this world
My survival was by faith,
Even when I never believed in my fate.
Mama, you left without farewell to juggle justice,
You never looked back to see if this boy would trend the path of survival.
Mum, even when I try to picture who you are,
I try as much as possible to set a craven image of you in my oblongata
But the complexity of my brain never retained your picture.
Mama, I don't even know whether to call you sweetie,
Or to call you sugar.
But I can only call you the invisible mother.
Mother, I want you to know that I survived all.
Mama, how I wish you can see what your boy has finally turned out to be,
How I wish you know how crazily brilliant I have become.
Mother, your boy has turned out to be super, He is now called the SuPerMan.
Why you left is still mysteriously a mystery.
Your blood still runs in my veins;
So, you remain unchangeable Mama.
I still desire our eyes will mash up One day.
I promise to make you called the blessed because I am now the blessing.
I want to shatter and batter you with smile you never had
I want you to know that I just bought you the world.
The world you've so much desired.
When you see my invisible mum,
Tell her, I'm waiting to behold her.
By Olaleye Samuel Abiodun E.A.
I had once wondered in the wonderland of imagination like every child to get embraced by you,
To get cuddled when tears violate my eyes,
To feel the warmth of you when the breeze of torture captures me.
But mother, you remain invisible in your visibility.
I was denied the milk to grow
Men were forced to believe that kwashiorkor was my second name.
I struggled with my upbringing.
It was different from every other children.
I could not even remember if I ever tasted your breast milk,
But what has kept my growth to this peak
Is the man-made milk called Peak.
I had to live on injection not to be injected from this world
My survival was by faith,
Even when I never believed in my fate.
Mama, you left without farewell to juggle justice,
You never looked back to see if this boy would trend the path of survival.
Mum, even when I try to picture who you are,
I try as much as possible to set a craven image of you in my oblongata
But the complexity of my brain never retained your picture.
Mama, I don't even know whether to call you sweetie,
Or to call you sugar.
But I can only call you the invisible mother.
Mother, I want you to know that I survived all.
Mama, how I wish you can see what your boy has finally turned out to be,
How I wish you know how crazily brilliant I have become.
Mother, your boy has turned out to be super, He is now called the SuPerMan.
Why you left is still mysteriously a mystery.
Your blood still runs in my veins;
So, you remain unchangeable Mama.
I still desire our eyes will mash up One day.
I promise to make you called the blessed because I am now the blessing.
I want to shatter and batter you with smile you never had
I want you to know that I just bought you the world.
The world you've so much desired.
When you see my invisible mum,
Tell her, I'm waiting to behold her.
By Olaleye Samuel Abiodun E.A.
Olaleye Samuel Abiodun E.A. a.k.a
Superman, is a first class Honour graduate of Library and Information Science from the prestigious University of Ibadan. He is a writer, stage poet, singer, instrumentalist, A strategist, A counsellor, orator, blogger, and a Computer Engineer. He is the founder of SuPerMan Productions, the organiser of Poetic Blaze, University of Ibadan.
Wednesday 24 February 2016
Campaign against rape 2016 #OOULAW
THE CALL FOR ACTION.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It started with her newest husband.
Whenever he is in the same room with my mother,
Her screams and cries become quiet as the minutes tick by.
The tell tales are the bruises,
And coloured part of her skin
__Though, she hides them well.
I continue to see the same symptoms in my elder sister.
And soon,
It was my turn.
My worst fear is if my juniour of two years,
Sees the same symptoms in me.
NO! my worst fear is when that brutal being
Realises she is also a ripe female.
We are helpless you say,
But I do have a brother.
My only wish is that,
He grows fast enough,
To realise our pain.
AND FIGHT OUR BATTLES.
➖➖➖➖➖
ABD'QUDUS:
A VICTIM'S ELEGY
➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖
I'd thought death came sooner
Until you, with the overpowering grab, sought under.
Grotesque! Horror filled ! Gloom! were the memories left hanging as effigy
After the involuntary one-night stand.
I'd cried to the heavens,
But my voice reached not even the stratosphere.
I'd begged to be hanged instead, but the hangman was probably on sabbatical.
lo! You forced in, taking more of my un giving self.
You won; and my aching bones ached no more,
my roaring voice turned whispers,
Until my kicking appendages took final bow,
Until I felt no more,
Until I'd never feel no more.
Wait, before you sheathe thy sword,
Before you bury the rod,
Before you conjure the devil:
Aren't thee my father?
You looked more like My uncle.
You're similarly built as my brother.
Oh, I'm mistaken, you're My bestie.
What! My fiancé?
No, you're my good neighbour?
I'm sorry for the many guesses, the encounter might have left me with distorted vision.
Maybe you didn't just rape me,
Maybe you raped the whole of me!!!
I ask: are you full now?
*********************
Researches indicate that more than 70% of the perpetrators of this beastly act are people having close ties with the victims . We therefore must be watchful.
I pray for the safety of our girls.
******************
If you wouldn't and I wouldn't, no one would. Our libidal thirsts should be quenched, toeing the right way and manner. World over, women are in the majority, you can
get one legally!!!
#CAR
#RAPEmustend
#Feb18
# OOULSS
🙌🏿🙌🙌🙌🏿🙌🏿🙌
#CAR2016#
7 days to go.
A DUET BY :
DISU SOLIAT & ADEOYE ABD'QUDDUS
****dedicated to the CAR 2016 STRUGGLE
👉Disu Soliat Ololade, is a 200 level, law student of olabisi onabanjo university soliatdisu@yahoo.com
👉Adeoye Bolaji Abd'Qudus is a 400level law student of OOU. He craves ways to express his innermost felt feelings. Thus he seeks media as Sketching, Writing articles on issues ranging from politics to law, and the trendy. He loves poetry. He does same almost everyday but yet to have any published.
He is a truly social critic who could even afford a longer spoon than devil's when it comes to spilling the hard reality. Never entered into any competition on Poetry.
Adeoyequdus@gmail.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It started with her newest husband.
Whenever he is in the same room with my mother,
Her screams and cries become quiet as the minutes tick by.
The tell tales are the bruises,
And coloured part of her skin
__Though, she hides them well.
I continue to see the same symptoms in my elder sister.
And soon,
It was my turn.
My worst fear is if my juniour of two years,
Sees the same symptoms in me.
NO! my worst fear is when that brutal being
Realises she is also a ripe female.
We are helpless you say,
But I do have a brother.
My only wish is that,
He grows fast enough,
To realise our pain.
AND FIGHT OUR BATTLES.
➖➖➖➖➖
ABD'QUDUS:
A VICTIM'S ELEGY
➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖
I'd thought death came sooner
Until you, with the overpowering grab, sought under.
Grotesque! Horror filled ! Gloom! were the memories left hanging as effigy
After the involuntary one-night stand.
I'd cried to the heavens,
But my voice reached not even the stratosphere.
I'd begged to be hanged instead, but the hangman was probably on sabbatical.
lo! You forced in, taking more of my un giving self.
You won; and my aching bones ached no more,
my roaring voice turned whispers,
Until my kicking appendages took final bow,
Until I felt no more,
Until I'd never feel no more.
Wait, before you sheathe thy sword,
Before you bury the rod,
Before you conjure the devil:
Aren't thee my father?
You looked more like My uncle.
You're similarly built as my brother.
Oh, I'm mistaken, you're My bestie.
What! My fiancé?
No, you're my good neighbour?
I'm sorry for the many guesses, the encounter might have left me with distorted vision.
Maybe you didn't just rape me,
Maybe you raped the whole of me!!!
I ask: are you full now?
*********************
Researches indicate that more than 70% of the perpetrators of this beastly act are people having close ties with the victims . We therefore must be watchful.
I pray for the safety of our girls.
******************
If you wouldn't and I wouldn't, no one would. Our libidal thirsts should be quenched, toeing the right way and manner. World over, women are in the majority, you can
get one legally!!!
#CAR
#RAPEmustend
#Feb18
# OOULSS
🙌🏿🙌🙌🙌🏿🙌🏿🙌
#CAR2016#
7 days to go.
A DUET BY :
DISU SOLIAT & ADEOYE ABD'QUDDUS
****dedicated to the CAR 2016 STRUGGLE
👉Disu Soliat Ololade, is a 200 level, law student of olabisi onabanjo university soliatdisu@yahoo.com
👉Adeoye Bolaji Abd'Qudus is a 400level law student of OOU. He craves ways to express his innermost felt feelings. Thus he seeks media as Sketching, Writing articles on issues ranging from politics to law, and the trendy. He loves poetry. He does same almost everyday but yet to have any published.
He is a truly social critic who could even afford a longer spoon than devil's when it comes to spilling the hard reality. Never entered into any competition on Poetry.
Adeoyequdus@gmail.com
Sunday 7 February 2016
streetspokenword 2.0
Are you a spokenword poet?
Then let's get creative
Send in a 15seconds
SELFIE
Video of your spoken word
With the Hashtag
#Greatpathcommunity
Winners will be decided based on 50% likes
And 50% panel decision. The most creative video win.
Let's go!
Then let's get creative
Send in a 15seconds
SELFIE
Video of your spoken word
With the Hashtag
#Greatpathcommunity
Winners will be decided based on 50% likes
And 50% panel decision. The most creative video win.
Thursday 4 February 2016
Dreams from slum
Do you have passion for education?
Would you like to make a difference in the life of an African child?
Then apply to be a volunteer with Dream from slum initiative. So you can make a difference in the life of a child from where you are.
Would you like to make a difference in the life of an African child?
Then apply to be a volunteer with Dream from slum initiative. So you can make a difference in the life of a child from where you are.
ROWE FEBRUARY EDITION WITH PRESTIGE
February edition of rocking on with Edaoto will happen live at freedom park Lagos. 4th Feb., 2016. Featuring 'The truthman' Prestige Ifeanyi.
Spokenword poetry and live music at its peak!
Friday 22 January 2016
NIGERIAN STUDENTS POETRY PRIZE
Nigerian Students Poetry Prize
An initiative of
Poets in Nigeria (PIN)
Supported by
Association of faculty of Art students, University of Ibadan
PRIZES
First prize: 100,000.00
Second prize: 50,000.00
Third prize: 30,000.00
Submission guidelines
*Only undergraduate students of Nigerian tertiary institutions are eligible to enter for the contest.
*There are no fixed theme for the contest. Participants are allowed to freely explore themes relevant to contemporary times.
*All entrant are entitled to a single entry of limitless word count.
*Submission should be accompanied by biography, comprising full name, level, department and Faculty.
*Name of tertiary institution should also be distinctively mentioned alongside contact details (email address and phone number)
*All submissions should be forwarded to nspp2016@gmail.com
*Submission deadline: 15th March 2016.
All entrants should subscribe to
www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng
Sunday 17 January 2016
What if? A poem by Osigwe Benjamin
WHAT IF?
What if I left
In the middle of a sucking night
And leave no foot prints
To be retraced?
Will my crafted pictures
Still be in your heart?
What If doors after doors
Are shut at my face
And at every turn
A hand waves (farewell)
Will I be that same man
You promised a part of your heart?
What If I got lost
In the battle field
Of forgotten memories
Where men embrace the unseen
And their souls are kissed by flying bullets
Will you wish to own me back again?
What if am an illusion
But, well illustrated in your mind
Will you wish
To be forever drowned in illusion?
Or what if
I bake you sweet words
From the depth of an insane mind
Will you wish for more words of mine?
But what if the world decides
To feast on my skull
Will you freely will me to them?
And what if these questions
Are all rhetorics?
Will you want them answered
So you can be forever planted
In my heart?
Osigwe Benjamin
2016
Osigwe Benjamin is one of the youngest Poetry Promoters in Nigeria. He is a written and performance poet. He was featured in the 16th
LAGOS BOOK AND ART FESTIVAL "LABAF" 2014, GreatPath media concert, Freedom Spoke Words, Be Blessed, and Fist (Feast) Of Words, and many other notable poetry events in Nigeria.
Some of his poems were featured
in BLACK COMMUNION POETRY ANTHOLOGY, and he was also on the EGC TOP 50Poets who rocked Nigeria in 2015.
Benjamin is the manager of "The Poetry Court" (thepoetrycourt.blogspot.com).
An online community of writers. A platform to support and promote written, spoken and performance poetry across the world.
Benjamin is also a poet who believes in poetry
for consciousness and social change, and thus advocate that poetry should move, speak and take actions through the pen.
Tuesday 12 January 2016
#Antsrace vs #Humanrace
The much anticipated #Antsrace video is out.
What are the qualities found among Ants
That among human are quite scant?
Do you know the unique traits, traced to the small #Antsrace that makes the #Humanrace a very big disgrace?
Find out in this powerful #spokenwordvideo by Poethick samurai
Watch and share https://youtu.be/cKaY4iUK7uc
What are the qualities found among Ants
That among human are quite scant?
Do you know the unique traits, traced to the small #Antsrace that makes the #Humanrace a very big disgrace?
Find out in this powerful #spokenwordvideo by Poethick samurai
Watch and share https://youtu.be/cKaY4iUK7uc
Olayinka Samson Aremu popularly known as Poethick samurai is an outstanding spokenwordpoet in Nigeria. He was nominated as the number(7) poet who rocked Nigeria in 2015 (Egc Top50 contemporary poets who rocked Nigeria 2015). He has been proffered numerous awards, such as the "Pillar Of F.O.S (Figures of Speech) 2015." "Most Outstanding Achiever Of The Year" (F.O.S Awards) 2015.
Samurai was a 1st runner-up at The Abuja Literary Poetry Slam 2015 and a 2nd runner-up at The Eko Poetry Slam, 2015. He was also the 1st runner-up at (War Of Word4) 2014.
Friday 8 January 2016
ANTS RACE (Spokenwordpoem)
COMING SOON…
A New Video on EGC TVTitle: ANTS RACE
Artist: SAMURAI
Featuring: LIAMZ
Director: Enigmatic Olumide
Post production: EGC Studios
Genre: Spoken Words Poetry
Duration: 4min 37sec
Production: Dec 2015
Date of Release: January 12, 2016
You can subscribe before the video release, follow the link below, the video will hit your e-mail soon as it gets released:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCY0opNAnehHFWrpTnk0-AyA
Poethick Samurai
Wednesday 6 January 2016
Egc Top50 contemporary poets that rocked Nigeria in 2015.
HAPPY NEW YEAR ONCE AGAIN
Below is the List of TOP 50 CONTEMPORARY POETS WHO ROCKED NIGERIA IN YEAR 2015:
http://egcreativity.blogspot.in/2016/01/top-50contemporary-poets-who-rocked.html
Kemistree Bakare was nominated as the NO1 spokenwordpoet who ROCKED NIGERIA IN 2015.
Thanks to all lovers of poetry and those who nominated Kemistree. Love you so much!.
Below is the List of TOP 50 CONTEMPORARY POETS WHO ROCKED NIGERIA IN YEAR 2015:
http://egcreativity.blogspot.in/2016/01/top-50contemporary-poets-who-rocked.html
Kemistree Bakare was nominated as the NO1 spokenwordpoet who ROCKED NIGERIA IN 2015.
Thanks to all lovers of poetry and those who nominated Kemistree. Love you so much!.
http://egcreativity.blogspot.in/2016/01/top-50-contemporary-poets-who-rocked.html
Thank you so much.
Rock on with Edaoto and Kemistree
Live music with Edaoto and spokenword performance by Kemistree Bakare. Live at freedom park Lagos.
1 Hospital Road, Broad Street, Lagos Island, Lagos, Nigeria.
8Th January, 2016.
EXPECT:
Helplessly in love
Aremu
Why do we have to hide by Kemistree.
All in one Night!
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