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.

The Association of Nigerian Authors and the Established Pattern in Election Shenanigans: A Personal Message of Hope- by Chidozie Chukwubuike



A keen observer would have noticed the apolitical pretentions of the writers that populate the Nigeria's writers body.

The first thing you observe is some kind of grandstanding, a pretention to a non existent political piety.

It is said that the writer is the conscience of the nation. This is however one of those numerous unexamined expressions that only massages the ego but 'signifies nothing'. 

The writers of any nation are either as good or as bad as the institutions that produced them. The snake cannot cease giving birth to lengthy offsprings.
Here in Nigeria abound numerous examples of fine (even great writers) who took up political offices and have not been any different from the regular Nigerian politicians. They write beautiful literatures in defence of evil.

Perhaps, it would be safer to say that the writer in a country with the culture of sanity is the conscience of the nation while the writer in a country with the culture of subversion is the albatross of the nation. In Nigeria, it appears the latter prevails. No doubt there might be few isolated exceptions, they do not form a substantial pattern to be called the conscience of the nation.

One therefore is often quite bemused when, at every election year of the Association of Nigerian Authors, some 'politicians' unleash all manners of blackmail to either win or help their candidates to win. Every election year these writer-politicians conjure this 'conscience of the nation' cliche to whip up false sentiments.

This holier-than-thou posturing of the Nigerian writer has not helped the writers' body because anything founded on false pretenses cannot be sustainable. Other organizations like that of the lawyers, doctors, journalists, teachers, actors, etc make bold to play their politics without pretences. And these bodies are recognised by the Nigerian state. In the Association of Nigerian Authors, the politics of succession is played the Nigerian way with all the accompanying vitriols, bitterness, slander, calumny, intimidations, blackmail, underhand manipulations and rampaging impunity. The only difference is in the bare-faced denial of the obvious by the writers. It did not start today. From Makurdi to Yenagoa to Owerri to Minna to Zaria to Illorin to Uyo to Abuja to Enugu, etc the story is the same.
We have seen 'acciuntability,' ANA Land, identity revalidation, etc weaponized every election year. We have seen the police, the courts, the DSS and even the army used exactly the same way they are used in normal partisan politics in Nigeria, yet the writers pretend they are not like the regular Nigerian politician.

At Enugu Denja was accused of all kinds of criminal acts, Camillus was labeled Denja's stooge and Maiwada was accused of importing non writers and even using his position as legal adviser to do some shady things on the ANA Land... Now at Abuja I hear that Denja is no longer the criminal, Camillus is now the 'embezxler of funds' but no longer Denja's stooge, in fact, I heard the new president was labeled Camillus' stooge.

Perhaps, Maiwada didn't feature quite prominently this time because he did not come out to campaign.
 
Some platforms masquerading as preaching unity were actually being used to advance certain political interests. Nobody was spared in the onslaught. Even the good Dr Gomba who meritoriously won the NLNG Literature Prize was subtly blackmailed and asked to abandon his quest to be vice president for a fictitious 'unity' conversation. All was politics!

The sad part is that amidst all these shenanigans nobody is taking note of the real concrete gains. Nobody seems to have noticed that this year's electoral contest was very keen and balanced. Nobody appears to have noticed that in spite of the bickerings on the side by the one-eyed mourners who mourn more than the bereaved, the contestants themselves tried to make their campaigns issue based. No one seems to have noticed that the avalanche of congratulatory messages pouring in to the eventual winners, particularly the president, cuts across the pre-election divides. These are gains. It means there is hope for the association. No matter how slow paced, the association is making progress.

My only fear is of the vicious cycle where every election year the writers are dragged through this tortuous route that leaves injuries that take long to heal, sometimes they never heal. 

Now that the elections are over, can the writers take out time to focus their writings on self examination? Let the writers first purge themselves of the daemon of denial, tell themselves through their writings the bitter truth that there is no difference between them and the regular Nigerian politicians, then begin to speculate and imagine how they can make the politics of their association a model.

If a writer is convinced that a leader of their association betrayed the trust of his/her office then it must be followed up with proper judicial prosecution and not the same media trial always deployed by regular Nigerian politicians.

Perhaps, this is the time for Nigerian writers to sheath their swords, go back to the drawing board and see if they can give substance to the phrase 'conscience of the nation' or just let the phrase remain an empty expression that signifies nothing.

Congratulations to you Mr President and your new EXCO. I wish you good luck.

- Chidozie Chukwubuike writes from Owerri, Imo State.

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.