Often when we are in a position, we fail to see how far we have come. It is often the case that when a man is climbing a mountain and looks down, he does not appreciate the heights he has attained but is afraid of what would happen if he falls.
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’
Next year… next birthday…. next Christmas…. and time sneaked in unannounced, uninvited sweeping it all away: the years the birthdays the seasons— leaving behind, only the fragments of the memory of a life and of a face too blurred for memory… in the twinkling of a lifetime. From the collection, One Day I’ll Dare … Continue reading as life goes by (a poem) by Hyginus Ekwuazi
(for our lost ones…and elvis iyorngurum) the night fires are no longer for fun tales they are for the wake of several deaths not for the dead gone… but the living with lives long worn out like winds sapped from souls theories fly from diverse lands rubbing sand into our eyes even as we keep … Continue reading night fires (a poem) by su’eddie vershima agema
Poets. Poets. Are crazy. The rain is falling. I have work to do and all that plays in my mind is the tap of the rain on my roof – tap, tap, tap. And the cold that sneaks into my body from my legs. Why wear a cardigan and have shorts on with slippers? I … Continue reading A Poet in the Cold – Su’eddie Vershima Agema
Today, in Idoto, a small literary festival is being held in honour of Christopher Okigbo. It is nice to know that poets and artistes find the grace of remembrance. One of the poets there gracing the event isChijioke Amu-nnadi who has kept pouring one new verse after the other on his road to that river, … Continue reading echoes of idoto (a poem) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema
…at midnight You arrived home
wearing Your tiredness like a coat
after a seventeen hour shift
I rode you like a donkey to the hospital and the next morning, you were back to work while I found healing.
They might not know, but mother, you are the one who always lifted us no matter how low we were.
Ah! I woke to discover something strange, see me see trouble oooooo! Someone is growing older…and finer, despite the creasing waves that decorate her forehead and the other aches that cross her soul… You should see this sister of mine, juggling a million things while being a super mum, great sister, friend, worker, wife and … Continue reading A SEASON OF SUMMER for Dotta Raphels (Words) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema
(For Agatha) The news flooded our plains drowned our peace and taught lessons on time Yesterday will never be new but today grants grace where we can water memory to squeeze laughter out of our despair Even as pain’s strain strangles you know I am here to give all my joy to paint a rainbow … Continue reading Ramblings of comfort (a poem) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema
Hey guys! Really sorry I have been a bit off… There has been lots of stuff to catch up with. There was an interview I had with the network service of our Nigerian Television Authority (NTA) which I travelled to the capital for… Ah! That was something else. The way it is done, the interviewee … Continue reading RANTING ON WHERE I HAVE BEEN: ON THE ROAD