(after a post of the same title by the incredible, Adebola Rayo – for her) I barely write verse any more so I guess my creative voice is sore.I thought of what to write, what words would be right…What would I want you to read? Would these be the words you need? I whispered to … Continue reading STAY THE COURSE (Verse) by Su’eddie V. Agema
I found this poem somewhere on my system from many years ago. I think it was a test from one of our English lessons, maybe Introduction to Creative Writing II or Poetry or something. I do remember the course lecturer though, (now Professor) Moses Tsenongu, himself a poet that we looked up to, a past Chairman of the Association of Nigerian Authors (Benue State Chapter), a position I would eventually come to occupy years later.
It was one of my first less playful poems. The assignment was to write a Valentine poem. Some of my friends asked me how I would conjure one up, since I was not in any relationship. They had healthy laughs at me. Well, I smiled and put on my imaginative hat.
Hello world, I have been absent from here for a bit and my health has been a part of the reasons but there are some conversations that need to keep on being had. So, let’s get to one of them…
It is no news that the SEVHAGE chapbook series is coming back in full, or is it? Okay, maybe. But I am sure it is no news that Chinua Ezenwa-Ohaeto won our SEVHAGE/Angya Poetry Prize 2019 (supported by Eunice Spring of Life Foundation). I guess the news is that we are releasing the winning poem, ‘Every Month a Year’ alongside other poems from his entry and others into a chapbook, ‘The teenager who became my mother.’
Words came in a whisper Echoed in thunder: Do not let the dust force your feet too many steps forward Many are the souls who sleep to wake Across borders where the lines of existence are blurred I was somewhere and it seemed I died Then I woke to the sight of a ceremony Where … Continue reading Do Not Let the Dust Force your Feet too Many Steps (A Poem) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema
The question of writer’s block is one that most writers face, discuss and just make a million excuses of. Several people have given their reasons for why it is there, explaining in scientific and ordinary terms but on January 16th, 2019 at Nick Makoha’s workshop in Oxford – which I attended – we got another view to it.
Who am I?
I’m the most of hawkers
The cutest of beggars
I do your chores
I’m the backbone of every…
Continue reading “WHO AM I? (A Poem) by Aishah Abubakar Gimba”
Every day rises with a pain
Sometimes deep, at other times just plain
Absence in that missing part of the soul
We are never whole
And wake up each day, nursing the hole
That our missed rib strikes into our hearts
Title: Promises on Sand Author: Amina Aboje Publisher: Kraft Books Year of Publication: 2017 Number of Pages: 87 Category: Poetry Reviewer: Paul Sawa Although I write the occasional poem, I do not see myself as a poet. Avid reader that I am, however, I consider myself … Continue reading Unalloyed and Revitalizing: Thoughts on Amina Aboje’s ‘Promises on Sand’
Poetry is hope; hope is life; something beautiful. If you would listen, it is a promise. If you would listen, quietly and get those codes that gently unveil themselves to us like dawn unfolds to day; like the caterpillar to a butterfly. It is the look of waters – on a cloudy night; wait a … Continue reading The Definition of Hope
Maybe we should learn to hate. Not to love everything, like our heart would have us do. Not to compromise on things that are more of lies, for the sake of – peace. When they piss on the centre of our souls, quenching the one thing that keeps us going –sanity. Maybe we should learn … Continue reading MAYBE WE SHOULD LEARN TO HATE