It is time for our poets to realize that a boy is not always a butterfly & our mothers are not all moons. Poetry is first an expression of self before anything. Be original.
‘ODE TO MOTHERTONGUE’: NIGERIAN POETS DAZZLE POETRY LOVERS IN LOCAL DIALECTS FOR BPPC
‘Ode to Mother Tongue’ is a showdown of choruses of West African voices. In it, we read poets who appealed to the language of their hearts in the composition of their verses, in order to reach the audiences’ hearts. Indeed, the heart-of-the-matter in the edition’s theme ‘Mother Tongue’ is a matter of the heart.
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A POET’S PAST MUST ADRESS HIS PRESENT (an essay by Oludipe Oyin Samuel)
One finds a poet who sounds less like his environment or the rest of his remaining works. One finds a horde of clannish poets who have resumed trapping their styles in the net of the other. One finds a literary community that has forgotten to produce the spirit-immersed poetry, the kind that broadly establishes the contaminant emotive will; not the kind that breeds a hive of self-importance—tributes and odes to self—that which undermines the vicarious role of pathos.
THE LENIENT POEM AND SUBTLE MEANING (an analysis by Oludipe Oyin Samuel)
A Big Airplane Crashed Into the Earth. I read Soyinka’s first collection of prison poems sometime in 2009. Categorically, I need not ‘push dumbfoundment to beg simplification; I hate a...
SALIHU MAHE’S CHAPBOOK WINS GREEN AUTHOR PRIZE 2019
Words Rhymes & Rhythm Publisher’s Limited is pleased to announce Salihu Mahe, author of poetry chapbook How to View The World From a Glass Prism, as the winner of the...
OUR LORD IS FRANCOPHONE (a poem by Omotayo Awoyemi)
Our lord has ears, and he hears whispers of the bourgeoisie in his right, and wailings of the abject masses in his left; whose stapes is Apollyon.
LETTER TO A STRANGER by Bamas Sinach VicToria
Hello Stranger, I look for you in every faceWhen I am walking, in a crowded hall, at the bus terminalI search for you in every smile, in every look, in...
A COMPENDIUM OF NIGERIA’S LITERARY FEATS AND DEFEATS IN 2018 BY IZUNNA OKAFOR
It is no longer a novelty that every calendar year wakes up and sleeps off with a natural book of many pages. Pages of dreams and visions, pages of imaginations...
ERIATA ORIBHABOR POETRY PRIZE 2017 WINNING POEMS by Mesioye, Agarau & Ogwiji
PROBABILITY (1st Prize) We are the two sides of a coin but unsure of the side that grits the ground in music brewed with morrows. This city is a...