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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.






Three Books By Young Nigerian Poets Make The Shortlist For 2022 NLNG Prize For Literature

The Nigeria Prize for Literature 2022 has announced the shortlist of three poets, one of which will go home with this year’s prize money worth USD$100,000.

Su’eddie Vershima Agema's Memory and the Call of Water, Romeo Oriogun's Nomad and Saddiq Dzukogi's Your Crib, My Qibla are the three poetry books on the queue for the coveted laurel which favoured poetry collections this year. 

The announcement for the NNLG Prize shortlist was publicised virtually on various social media platforms such as Facebook, Twitter and Instagram to millions of followers in the literary community.

Making the shortlist announcement was the Advisory Board Chairperson, Prof. Akachi Ezeigbo, who was flanked on both sides by two of her board members, Professors Ahmed Yerima and Olu Obafemi. 

The prize jury are university professor, E.E. Sule (Chair); poet, Toyin Adewale-Gabriel and performance poet, Dike Chukwumerije.

Prof. Akachi Ezeigbo
According to Ezeigbo, “The books, in alphabetical order, are Memory and the Call of Waters by Su’eddie Vershima Agema. In this collection, There is a consistent use of memory to reflect on life and destiny through the metaphor of water. Nomad by Romeo Oriogun. The collection has a fresh language and a nostalgic engagement with the theme of exile and displacement. And Your Crib, My Qibla by Saddiq Dzukogi. This volume translates tragedy into lyrical poetry with pathos and effortless imageries.

“This year, our International Consultant who will also do a review of the books on the shortlist along with the judges, is Prof. Susan Nalugwa Kiguli. She is a Ugandan poet and literary scholar. She’s an Association of Professor of Literature at Makerere University, Kampala, Uganda.”
Su’eddie Vershima Agema

As teasers, here are excerpts from reviews of the three poetry collections. First is Agema’s Memory and the Call of Waters in AnoteArtHub: “From ‘When traffic lights went out’ in honour of Pius Adesanmi who died in a plane crash to ‘Transition II’ where ‘Our compound is a testament to the earth’s theft/ littered with concrete mounds, pillowed with/ fading names. Forgotten stories,’ Agema mourns the beginning of nightmares in his people’s encounter with herders who are the genesis of ‘earth’s theft’ of his compound. While in ‘Transition,’ ‘these graves are an encyclopaedia/ pages of our mostly forgotten past’, of deaths that occurred naturally, ‘Transition II’ assumes the macabre dance of herders murdering whole villages just to make way for cows to graze:

‘This river, this river…running behind the houses,/ rushes with urgency and waves as I leave/ warning of a time when herdsmen might lead us to Golgotha./ Our ityo, elders stand helpless while my daughter sighs from afar./ I raise a dirge of too many memories filled with holes,/ waiting to be patched when I become the earth.”

Saddiq Dzukogi

Also from TheNews magazine by Nehru Odeh is Dzukogi’s Your Crib, My Qibla: “Still, the pathos in Dzukogo’s poetry not only rings true it is also palpable. The collection is not just about a poet grieving the loss of his child, but a poet betraying strong, haunting emotions, which the reader senses line after line, metaphor after metaphor and imagery after imagery. And the memories that keep bopping up again and again and the sense of loss grip the reader so well that they also feel the poet’s pains and trauma.

“A salient feature of the collection is its polyphony, its multiplicity of voices, the striking manner in which the poet gave his daughter voice in the second section of the book and makes it dialogic. The book is not just about a poet expressing his own feelings but also about how he makes it dialogic, democratic and interactive by making his daughter, who is still alive though dead, express her own feeling.”

Romeo Oriogun

And Romeo Oriogun’s Nomad is described thus: 

“Oriogun combines the exploratory intensity of travel poetry with the confessional fidelity of a memoir to paint the journey of a curious child sculpting his truth into questing words across strange and known terrains. The result is a deeply attentive work brimming with wisdom and a power of observation.”

Undoubtedly, all eyes is now on October when the winner will be announced from the shortlist of three poets. Fingers crossed. 

Best wishes to the trio, from all of us at The Words Finesse (TWF). 

Poetry |It's your nature| by Abdulsalam Ridwan Abiodun

Image credit: Alamy Stock Photo.
He reads in minutes;
You read in hours.
He misses lot of classes;
You attend all classes.
Yet, he passes more than you,
'Cause it's your nature.

Poetry |Athame| by Swapan Kumar Rakshit

Credit: Pinterest, Robin Wood.
The struggle of the barren land 
To become like alluvial soil,
Is treated by the generous cloud
With repugnance and recoil.

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.

Poetry |Money Is Not Everything| by Ifeoma D. Nzekwe



Money is not everything
People believe in money
People serve money
Men and women love money
                      But money is not all things                       



Money has evil root
It also has good root
It makes people kill
It makes people steal
It makes people hate
It makes people fight
Money is the root of evil

Money also helps people a lot
It helps in feeding
It helps in paying bills and school fees
It makes a family complete
 But money is not everything

People should not love money
More than their family
People should love each other dearly
Even when there’s no money
Be contented even without money
Because, we all will leave it and go
Money shouldn’t be all our most essential value
Money is not everything
 ©Ifeoma Deborah Nzekwe*

*She is a student of Hollab College, Ilorin, who enjoys reading and writing.

Poetry |Our Unending Love| by AbdulHafeez T. Oyewole



Love, let our fleshy spirits
mingle with our inner feelings
to give birth to the unique oneness
we’ve so much long for.

Poetry |The Words Finesse| by AbdulHafeez T. Oyewole

A letter earns its identity
through graduation into word.
Word wins its integrity
through mounting (into) collage of words