Sebastian Hills

Joined June 2024

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Sebastian Hills weaves words like a storyteller sitting by the fire, turning thoughts into poetry that lingers in the mind. Inspired by history, culture, and everyday life. I also Found a Media Company Villpress

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My Daughter is Under the Wooden Floor
My daughter will be alone when I climb the hill again, to fight for our daily meal. Where is the woman I love the mother of my daughter?
By Sebastian Hills2 months ago in Poets
Ode to the Heart of our Land
To Chukwu Okike, The Great Carver of All Things Before the cock first crowed in the hills of Umunze, Before the first yam split its belly open to feed a child,
By Sebastian Hills6 months ago in Poets
He Died to Become Himself
They said he was Chimora, The great man who lived ninety harvests ago. A man whose words tamed angry crowds, Whose feet knew the path to every home.
By Sebastian Hills6 months ago in Poets
Before the Earth Was Born
Before the earth was born, I saw, Behind the thick, dark cloud of time, A mother waiting who was she? What world did she hold inside?
By Sebastian Hills10 months ago in Poets
The Farmer and the Herdsman
I was just a farmer, twenty years old, Waiting for my first child to hold. What did I know of fights and blades? Just crops to plant, the land to raise.
By Sebastian Hills10 months ago in Poets
My Son Need A Wife
My son has come of age, He seeks a wife to call his own. I will choose for him, From the village we built, From the family we know.
By Sebastian Hills10 months ago in Poets
By the Next Noon, We will Fall. Top Story - March 2025.
Tell the king’s guard that I must see the king. For the king will make another wrong choice. The armor-bearer is mischievous,
By Sebastian Hills10 months ago in Poets
Tell me where am from
Tell me where the river swallowed our names, Where the moon stopped whispering our stories. OnyeKwere, you have seen the smoke rise from the old shrines,
By Sebastian Hills10 months ago in Poets
Bring My Sister Home
~~~~~ They took her in the night, like shadows stealing the moon. One moment, she was here laughing, weaving dreams with her hands
By Sebastian Hills10 months ago in Poets
Ajanaku by Sebastian Hills
A man, divine and mortal threads intertwine, Ajanaku stood, a blend of earth and divine shrine. From a prideful deity’s favor, his life took its shape,
By Sebastian Hillsabout a year ago in Poets
A Meal to Live
Let me see what's left, Crumbs for the dogs, meant for men. Let me see what they've kept, Soup for the dead, stored for us to eat.
By Sebastian Hillsabout a year ago in Poets
The market Road Cry
Let me see your face again Let me know if you know the gain Let me know if you feel the pain And let me know if is going to rain
By Sebastian Hills2 years ago in Poets

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My Daughter is Under the Wooden Floor

Ode to the Heart of our Land

He Died to Become Himself

Before the Earth Was Born

The Farmer and the Herdsman

My Son Need A Wife

By the Next Noon, We will Fall. Top Story - March 2025.

Tell me where am from

Bring My Sister Home

Ajanaku by Sebastian Hills

A Meal to Live

The market Road Cry

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