dispossessed, with lush imageries and original and witty metaphors presents us with the chronicles of Eze’s growth as a poet, his intellectual maturation and the heights of his social consciousness.
They merged all the way from my childhood and became the flame in my rocket today. It is only natural that, like murals, their portraits keep surfacing in my works, and yet, they leave me whole, undefiled, true, the writer child they had raised.
Mother, I fear I have lost a whole lot of contacts and relationships as a mango tree loses its leaves. Our street looks smaller now. It is now a strange place even to people like me who once had only its scent inflected in their nostrils.
Chimamanda has been a Star & A Sun [from the East] lighting the path for many Nigerian writers, myself inclusive.
This set of artworks on the other hand attempts to recreate yesterday and reimagine tomorrow under today’s watch. Since literature is a mirror of society, this series strives to project the views, thoughts, and imaginations of leaders—writers—who see through the lenses of others.
my matchbox world gives my family light from my moon
for we are soluble in this water of being
D is for D.O. Fagunwa, the bullroarer who rode in his pen horse for an Expedition To The Mountain Of Thought. D is also for Dele, the town crier whose large bell rings out: Do Not Die in Their War.
If You Must Set Forth At Dawn
Rise before the sun will smirk at your courage
Of a poet that birthed this madness
You are not a single story
Patience and pain have courted you to the gravestones of dearly beloved
Grief is not brief, take notes
these souls live on,
with immortal footprints on this terrain of african poetics
embodying our narrative experiences.