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Poetry| Like Clouds In The Heavens| by Abdulhafeez Oyewole

 


These words are famous like Lincoln

Erudite and oratory as Luther King

Heavy like Sullivan and Fury-

Jabs you would gladly pray miss you



Spittle and sparkle 

Spewing that bubbles 

Raging that troubles like 

The stomach rumbles-

The trait of wordsmith



Watch a fate like the weather

What a solitary and enduring trip 

Like clouds in the heavens...


- Abdulhafeez Oyewole is a multi-media journalist and a Nigerian poet with two poetry collections: Tides of Verses and Air Around Us

Ayuba Big, Where Are You? & Other Poems by: Kehinde Akano

Ayuba Big, where are you? 

(For KWASU Deputy Bursar whose departure keeps hurting)

Big is the echo of your death
Mighty man of accountability
Integrity was your armour
Diligence, your sword

Why would you sneak away in triumph
As bees moved away from popo
And buffalo migrated from the hinterland 

Like the sea waves which tremble before the shore
Few days to your shadowy evasion
Your ebullient frame was hovering in the bursary’s corridor
Flowery were the vouchers welcoming you to the office
As you counter-checked balance sheets 

Little did we know you would saunter into your paradise so soon
At your rear were Death waves in fluffy velvets blown by wailers’ tears
Throng of sympathisers in dark apparitions trailing your ghost
A multitude of your fellows in moody celebration of your sudden departure

Weary our souls, our souls weary in painful memory of the gargantuan loss
Your death sweeping off our feet as a hurricane does to buildings
Our owls becoming dumb in the face of your hasty announcement

Ayuba Big, 
Benevolence was your birth
Like princes and prophets of hallowed days
Infectious was your service to mankind
A rare gem in the administration of KWASU
A worthy descendant of Alamoyo 


Tandi Tandi
, your dance steps

Now that we have condemned Tandi
For playing the devil’s advocate
With his wobbling dance steps on the stage
Indeed it was an eyesore to behold
As if I was seeing mucus running down a toddler’s nostrils
Such nauseating steps as offensive as the ill-disposed excreta 
Scattered by the playful toes of the hen

Tandi Tandi has volunteered to take up the dance
You would think a leprous horse was displaying

With the dog squatting
We decided to go for a monkey
Between monkey and dog 
Who squats most?

Tandi we say does not know how to dance

*Tandi---- moron


Chorus of Hope

Let’s hear each other 
Fellow caravan in the wilderness of hope
As we wander from furrow to furrow
In desultory chase of shadowy rendezvous
Or is ours a seasonless toil?

As we trudge on in the labyrinth of the famished 
Like scavengers of the modern time
Our pace is neither slow nor fast
Our step-in wobbling crisscrosses 

Lend me your ears
Let my chant minister to your restless legs
My cerebral ballads, an ointment for your swollen ankles
When windy words bear my mission to the weary and the thirsty

I sing to their hearing
Power mongers and warehouse centurions
Who turn deaf ears to the bloating of their captives
With tuneful parables and proverbial cacophonies 
My healing song for their swollen conscience

*Kehinde Reuben Akano, is a Professor with the English Department of the Kwara State University, Malete. He is an award-winning poet.

Poetry| Ọ̀KẸ̀RẸ́ G'ÓRÍ ÌRÓKÒ... | By Dr. Sàngódáre Àyìnlá

Àkànbí, dance like the small snail! 



Path to victory, like
the red road to freedom...
 splinters of bottles! 
heavy load of horns
 with an image of lion's head
the length of an ìrókò 
 is a boulevard of terror
when the beast of road 
roars like a lion, 
how many hearts dare wait? 
it's only the tough griot 
that chants 
when the rhythm of music goes cryptic
triumph is a twin brother of shellacking... 
one, 
slim... 
the other,
fat! 
Don't you know that:
(Ayọ̀ a bí ara tí!ntín!)? 
victory is an idiom of the hunter's win
at the twilight... Ships of victory
 do not sink at the instance
 of the tempest of gremlins 
Usman Ọládiípò Àkànbí, 
your victory is the proverb of ọ̀kẹ̀rẹ́ 
who climbs the high ìrókò tree
and shames the foes! 

Àkànbí, wield your victory wand! 
001 of ANA, 
you perch on the roof:
your ears grasp every word!


- Dr. Sàngódáre Àyìnlá is a member of ANA and Information Officer with the Kwara State Ministry of Communications.

Poetry| Usman Akanbi, Mr President | By Kehinde Akano

   All hail Usman Akanbi
    Omo Baba ICPC
     Omo ojumokan, ofin kan
     Akanbi, icon of Mustapha
     the legal wizard

In your hand is a winnowing fork
As you salvage the savages' dungeon
As your elephant marches on a wet ground
Your steppings digging up Oasis of fortune
Your priest providing for acolytes and initiates during harvest
 
All hail ANA's standard bearer
In his hand is the gavel truth
the healing staff for the weaklings
In your hand is ANA's legendary optical
Its lens sharper than binoculars or microscope
Its diagnosis fairer than aiyekooto's
It's elegy passionate than the owl's

All hail Usman Ola 
for his offer humane service 
Its ANA's benignity to mankind

Akanbi, ANA''s guardian servant 
In his mouth is an ode 
Chorusing the anthem of his predecessors
ANA's avatar and living ancestors

All hail Usman Akanbi Oladipo
In his chest is a breastplate of words
It is his stinging armour
His tongue sharpened by Achebe's anti-colonial vibes

All hail you Akanbi Oladipo
Icon of the legendary ICPC pioneer helmsman
Pious is thy mission in ANA of Nigeria
Our ANA of humanity


- Dr Kehinde Rueben Akano, an award winning poet, is an Associate Professor in the English Department of the Kwara State University.

Poetry| Detached | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole


                Mind    
blown
          Eloquently 
                                away


                Like bodies
                            subdued
                to pain

or       bombs
razing 
         a      race 

How 
 can            
 someone               
Kill
 a tree 
            with
        Just   a shot?

Isn't it

Obviously 
                                                  suspicious

or    w o r t h y
of       the 
thought

Like obesity
Or        
                e v e n         
beauty
                                            In the eyes?



* Abdulhafeez Oyewole, a Nigerian poet and journalist. He writes from Ilorin, the Kwara state capital.






Song Of The Slum holds my story and experiences- Jalal Poetry


Jalaludeen Shuaib Assayouti, with the pen-name Jalal Poetry, is a young talented upcoming Nigerian poet and playwright base in Ilorin, Kwara State, Nigeria. In this interaction with ABDULHAFEEZ T. OYEWOLE, he speaks about his upcoming anthology, "Song of the Slum" and other issues on poetry and writing.

Bakwa Magazine releases Issue 8 on Pain


A magazine of literary and cultural criticism, Bakwa Magazine, has released its eighth issue, themed PAIN.

Founded in 2011 by Dzekashu MacViban, Bakwa magazine is Cameroon’s leading Anglophone publication of literature, politics, and art. Its editorial team currently comprises editor Dzekashu MacViban, assistant editor Socrates Mbamalu, copy editors Nfor E. Njinyoh and Kelechi Njoku, staff writer Howard M-B Maximus, and editorial adviser Kangsen Feka Wakai. It also explore pain in different forms with an exciting mix of memoir, fiction and poetry.

Bakwa‘s Issue 08: PAIN has contributions from Isabella Morris, Howard M-B Maximus, Ucheoma Onwutuebe, Margot Block, Ani Kayode Somtochukwu, Olubunmi Familoni, and Isabella Morris, Dane Cobain, Stanley Princewill McDaniels, Agogho Franklin, Immanuel James, Leslie Meya, Imhanguelo Angela, Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto, Abigail George, and Kwoh Elonge.

Download Bakwa's Issue 08: PAIN. 

For more information, click HERE. 

Poetry |When I Meet My Maker| by Sakeenah Jatto


The ears of my Maker shall not be denied of this 
That you promised to be your best
But made a U-turn when you eyed the rest
You told me to accept it and not to say a word 
You asked me to leave work, that I needed to be worked on
I will tell my Maker how you lied to me

When I meet my Maker
I will tell Him the days I skipped my prayers
I will tell Him how I slept without some ishā
How hard I worked day and night to be fit, to fix and feed you
I will tell Him how you made me forget my maker
I will ask if really "you owned me" and not Him

When I meet my Maker
I will plead with Him to temper justice with mercy
That I was only jealous of you having Nancy
Which made me forget I was made for nothing
Other than to bow to You my maker

I will ask my Creator to punish you rather
For making me feel less to Nancy
For telling me always that you owned me
For making me patronize Sidi for the slow poison

When I meet my Maker
I will tell Him how I killed out of jealousy
How my heart popped out seeing your corpse
I will tell my maker truly I have wronged
And because I know He is the God of Justice
I will walk straight to hell because you made me nothing but evil


SAKEENAH JATTO is a Muslim lady, a native of Kogi state, Nigeria. She is final year student of English Education, University of Ilorin. She is a Radio broadcaster and a compere, a teacher in training, a writer, an humanitarian and a poet with the pen name "tranquil_pen". She has written several poems and short stories. She enjoys writing, impacting on younger generations and  loves engaging in meaningful discourses. She is a member of ANA (Association of Nigerian Authors), Kwara state chapter and Penwarriors Incorporations.

Poetry |My letter to Daddy & Dear my Mother| by Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim


MY LETTER TO DADDY

Dear my father, You are like a farmer:
That farmed on my land
With hoe and cutlass
During rainy and dry seasons
For long, planting seeds,
Know that, your plant will not produce poor products
Your service is unrewardable here
Only God can reward you
All the shades we spread now,
Come after your fertilization

How will I forget you?
How far have I gone?
That I can't see my back
I am not such a blind driver,
That drives without a mirrow
On a narrow road, thinking to arrive safely

Do you think that I forget you,
Your face, walking, and thoughts
If I forget everything,
I think you, would not be forgotten

Don't you think I am that child?
That remembers his father's caring
in the day and night
His efforts in disciplining him,
His responses to his cries

Open your ears and hear me!
I still see you in my mind,
The tree you watered,
Is spreading its roots, products,
And shades in the world



DEAR MY MOTHER

Oh, my mother! I love you so much
That I cannot close my eyes without seeing you
You are a precious stone,
Whose value will never fade away
You sacrificed sleep to see me succeed
When something pains me,
You be the one to feel it
You bathed, clothed and backed me whenever I cried
Either in the morning or at night
I urinated and stooled on your clothes
But you still backed me after washing them

Dear my mother,
I will never deny your hands
That held me for many months
Since from birth till childhood
I must appreciate you for feeding me
Taking good care of me
For not letting me go on the street like others

If I shall live till that time, when I will be rich
Rich like a gold
I will buy you a house of prestige
A house made of gold
Not as reward
Because I can not pay you:
Your time, unforgettable labour pains
And sacrifices made for me
You tend to be an umbrella
Just to cover me from rain or sun
Just to make me safe and heal my health

Dear my mother,
If you shall live long on earth healthy,
I will show you that love:
Which a child shows to his mother
I shall not be like that pepper
That calls tears out of women's eyes
Nor shall I be like an onion
That makes eyes to flood like a large body of water
So, I shall not let your tears fall
Talkless of hear you cry
So long as I breathe on earth
I shall honor and respect you to my ability

If I shall live for a million of years
I will spend ninety nine thousand years
Looking over you without showing any sign of tiredness
I know I cannot pay you back
Even the smoke that makes you smell
The heat that makes you sweat


Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim is a Nigerian poet and playwright. He writes from Gombe state, Nigeria.

35 Poets Make 2018 Babishai-Niwe Poetry Award's Longlist


The 2018 Babishai-Niwe Poetry Award has announced a longlist of 35 names.

Twenty-six (26) of the longlist are from Nigerian, Three (3) from Kenya, Two (2) from Zimbabwe; while one (1) poet each from South Sudan, Ethiopia, Uganda and Malawi, made it to the list.

The 2018 Award judged by Remi Raj, Rehema Nanfuka, and Alfred Msadala produced the following longlist:

Stephen Ogunfoworin (Nigeria)
Janet Kali (Kenya)
Marial Awendit (South Sudan)
Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau (Nigeria)
Osadolor Osayande (Nigeria)
Madu Chisom Kingdavid (Nigeria)
Olamide Adio Olanrewaju (Nigeria)
Ayodele Sosegbon (Nigeria)
Mhraf Worku (Ethiopia)
Onele Peter-Cole (Nigeria)
Rex Omonla (Nigeria)
David John Esu (Nigeria)
Babalola Joseph O (Nigeria)
Olabode Olanrewaju (Nigeria)
George Gumikiriza (Uganda)
Chiedozie Kelechi Danjuma (Nigeria)
Bo Chacha (Nigeria)
Lod Nael (Nigeria)
Muna Chinedu (Nigeria)
Badmus Jabril (Nigeria)
Darlington Chibueze Anuonye (Nigeria)
Kazeem Adeyomola Ismail (Nigeria)
Tariro Ndoro (Zimbabwe)
Ogwiji Ehi-kowochio Blessing (Nigeria)
Grace Sharra (Malawi)
Yakeeb (Nigeria)
Badmus Jubril (Nigeria)
Wafula p’Khisa (Kenya)
Boluwatife Afolabi (Nigeria)
Zibusiso Mpofu (Zimbabwe)
Samson Abanni (Nigeria)
Okwudili Nebeolisa (Nigeria)
Daniel Many Owiti (Kenya)
Timothy Ojo (Nigeria)
Salawu Olajide (Nigeria)

The winner of this year Award will be announced at the 2018 Babishai-Niwe Poetry Festival from 3-6 August, in Kapchorwa and Mbale, Uganda.

Founded in 2009 by Uganda’s Beverly Nambozo Nsengiyunva, director of Babishai-Niwe Poetry Foundation, the BN Poetry Award was originally aimed at highlighting poetry by Ugandan women. 

The first winners were Lilian Akampurira Aujo in 2009, Sophie Brenda Alal in 2010), Sanyu Kisaka in 2011, and Susan Piwang in 2012. 

After the prize was expanded to all African poets, the winners were Tom Jalio in 2014, Adeeko Ibukun in 2015, and Sanya Noel and Moyosore Orimoloye in 2016.

Words Artists turned up for The Dynamic Galvanizer’s album launch

It was a wow moment of Poetry renditions, Spoken Word performances as well as motivating and inspiring talks from both upcoming and established voices in the stage and page literary industry at Umar Isa Saidu’s album launch, in the emirate city of Ilorin, Kwara State.
Group photo with the "Man of the Moment "

Poetry |Mortal Poisons & Cracks in the wall| by Tijani Sheriff Abiodun


Image: Housecheck
MORTAL POISONS
Bad character, Love of fame
Uninstructed loose gob,
Endless hatred
Ranging inferno flames

Poetry |You should have been sure| by Ntongha Ekot

Image: Freepik
You should have been sure
Before you confessed declarations of love
Before you professed confessions of awe
Before you declared professions of affection

Poetry |Victory Verse| by Abdulhafeez T. Oyewole

My days ticking in tock,
My words living in worlds.
I count my blessing today,
I see it outweighs yesterday.

Poetry |When I Say I Love You| by Abdulhafeez T. Oyewole

When I say I love you, sweetheart,
You should know I really mean it,
I don't fake orgasm when I feel naught.

News| Superstar AOPs, MKO and Prince HTO to mark their birthday with poetry anthology titled Air Around Us

As the birthday of the popular Ilorin finest OAPs is near, the duo of MKO, Abdulmajeed Kehinde Oyewole and Prince HTO, Abdulhafeez Taiye Oyewole (Precioustwins) have revealed their plan to mark their birthday in a grand style.

The birthday which comes up on Saturday, 15th of April, 2017 is promised to be made  memorable by the celebrants, as listeners, fans, family and friends are going to be uniquely appreciated.

According to the Edutainers, the day would be celebrated with the listeners to their educative and entertaining  radio show,  EDUTAINMENT on Radio Kwara 2, Midland FM 99.0, promising that free recharge vouchers would be gifted to the first and last callers to the programme, while all Nigeria's communication airtimes would also be called out for fast fingers on their mid-month show of Saturday, 15th of April, 2017 as it holds on their birthdate.

The presenters also said that they would as well mark the day with their friends and family in Ilorin at a joint to be later disclosed.

Coupled with that, one of Precioustwins, AbdulHafeez T. Oyewole, popularly known as Prince HTO has made known his intention of releasing his second collection of poetry, titled: Air Around Us for free download by all literary enthusiasts world wide as an offering from him to all and sundry.

Prince HTO who said the link to the book will be unveiled on their birthday via his Facebook page, Princehto.com; Edutainment show page, Edutaiment and Precioustwins page, Precioustwins, urged everyone to download, read, review and share it with friends and family on the release date.

Describing the literary effort, the presenter and poet said: "Air Around Us is a poetry anthology born out of the will to contribute one's voice to the existing voices and to explore the unexplored boundaries. Hence, this work is an embodiment of potencies in experimented crafts as well as indefatigable drifts toward known and unknown atmospheres, as the state of the Air we breathe Around Us in this fleeting world is not constant. So, also is the drive and inspiration of the poems birthed in this collection."


Photo: Precioustwins

Poetry |The World Is Coming To An End |by Faridah Abdulsalam

In the night when it falls still and dark
With the earth crust:
I can see the moon waving at us,
Saying the life is going to an end.
Oh my people,
Try not to be mischievous
Around the world.
Try to be a good ambassador
Of your home.

Poetry |The Nature| by Jumoke O. Fagbayi

It is the summer morn
Everywhere looks bright and glitter
I can hear the sound of the bird
And the crackles of the cricket
The earth is round
The sky is blue in colour
Everywhere is silent
Because the weather is cool and calm
The trees are looking greener
Waving all day and happy
The birds singing, flying from one tree to another

Poetry |The Wall| by Jumoke O. Fagbayi

The foundation begins
The house is built
Wall is made to beautify the house
Without it, there will be no place to live
It is made wide and long
For it to be conducive

Poetry |The Cause Is Mine| by AbdulHafeez T. Oyewole

Anybody can talk anything
Anytime it pleases him
The clearer pictorial thing
To me is that it's Him
I have chosen my course
I have chosen my Faith
Which is never by force
Leave me with my faith
Anybody can speak in tongue