The rain hammered all as it lashed out at those below. There were collections of water everywhere. The gutters were filled with filth; pure water (sachet) leathers, biscuit wraps, and almost all the imaginable dirt one could think of. However, there was a journey to be undertaken. Destination was the target and no flood, or … Continue reading »
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A REVIEW OF OGAGA IFOWODO’S HOMELAND AND OTHER POEMS
Pages: 69 Publishers: Kraft Books Ltd, Ibadan. Year: 1998 Reviewer: Su’eddie Agema ______________________________________________________________________________ Would you know why his poems/never mention the soil or the leaves/the gigantic volcanoes of the country that bore him? Come see the blood in the streets/come see/the blood in the streets/come/see the blood in the streets! – Pablo Neruda For readers … Continue reading »
Notes, Dad
Hey Dad, how are you doing? It’s been a while. Yeah, u ngu nena? Gabriel, your first son, still struggles to maintain your name and make you proud. It isn’t easy but c’mon, this is life. Theo, can you imagine? I remember only yesterday when you asked her in great shock: I heard you have a … Continue reading »
