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 </div><p><strong>TITLE:</strong> <a title="THESE WORDS ARE NOT MINE: a pilgrim’s note (poems)" href="http://wrr.ng/authorpedia/these-words-are-not-mine-a-pilgrims-note-poems/">THESE WORDS ARE NOT MINE</a><br>
<strong>AUTHOR:</strong> <a title="EBIDENYEFA TARILA NIKADE" href="http://wrr.ng/authorpedia/ebidenyefa-tarila-nikade/">EBIDENYEFA TARILA NIKADE</a><br>
<strong>GENRE</strong>: Poetry<br>
<strong>PUBLISHER:</strong> <a title="WORDS RHYMES &; RHYTHM PUBLISHERS (rewriting the world)" href="http://wrr.ng/authorpedia/words-rhymes-rhythm-publishers-rewriting-the-world/">Words Rhymes &; Rhythm</a>, 2015<br>
<strong>ISBN:</strong> 978-978-947-211-6<br>
<strong>REVIEWER:</strong> <a title="JOSEPH OMOTAYO" href="http://wrr.ng/authorpedia/joseph-omotayo/">Joseph Omotayo</a></p>
<blockquote><p>I should tell you something about this book <a title="THESE WORDS ARE NOT MINE: a pilgrim’s note (poems)" href="http://wrr.ng/authorpedia/these-words-are-not-mine-a-pilgrims-note-poems/"><strong><em>‘THESE WORDS ARE NOT MINE’</em></strong></a> before anything else; at a point you will stop reading it, you will be purged, you will react, violently. However you react is up to you.</p></blockquote>
<p><a title="EBIDENYEFA TARILA NIKADE" href="http://wrr.ng/authorpedia/ebidenyefa-tarila-nikade/">Ebidenyefa Tarila Nikade</a> employs images to stir, to incite to a cause of action. For me, that is the beauty of poetry. Poetry should cause many things within its condensed lines and stanzas, this is when language in its compressed form is relevant.</p>
<p>I will be sentimental in the way I talk about this book. Forgive my bias.</p>
<p>Now, I want to disregard Monroe Beardsley’s and W.K. Wimsatt’s <em>Affective Fallacy</em> on Literary Formalism. If the emotion a text welled up in me is not used in relating with the text, then what is the significance of literature as being reflective of life?</p>
<blockquote><p><a title="THESE WORDS ARE NOT MINE: a pilgrim’s note (poems)" href="http://wrr.ng/authorpedia/these-words-are-not-mine-a-pilgrims-note-poems/"><em>‘THESE WORDS ARE NOT MINE’</em></a> jabs at my sensitivity, the collection moves me. With fifty-five poems and five sections, the collection traverses many issues.</p></blockquote>
<p>Every section of the collection is thematic. In <em>A Pilgrim’s Note</em>, the poet is awash with nostalgia. This nostalgia reminds you of Gabriel Okara’s <em>The River Called Nun</em>. Just like Gabriel Okara’s <em>The River Called Nun</em> romanticizes nature as he becomes homesick, the poet reminiscences about home and her loved one. Section <em>Songs From An Angel’s Heart</em> examines love with the young and old and the disappointment of it. <em>Femininity</em> blazes hot. I will return to <em>Femininity </em>later. <em>The Flood</em> explores the horror of nature and its essence. <em>Life</em> explores life and its morasses.</p>

<p><strong>Femininity</strong></p>
<p>I have a preference for this section; that is my bias. This section deals with womanhood, female victimization, hurts, and loses.</p>
<blockquote><p>This part of the book engages me more. It is replete with justifiable venoms. The tone is fiery. <em>Lines of Innocence</em> will jolt you. A rape happened in it.</p></blockquote>
<p>The very act is x-rayed and fiery vexation overcomes you and you want to do something, you want to protect, you will wish you were a superhero.</p>
<blockquote><p><em>Lines of innocence</em><br>
<em>Cringed and flinched</em><br>
<em>At the turgidity emanating</em><br>
<em>From the phallic assailant…</em></p>
<p><em>Moans of ecstasy and picketing</em><br>
<em>The immiscible rhythm of pain and pleasure …</em></p>
<p><em>The showers of his spill</em><br>
<em>Like the Gurrara falls</em><br>
<em>Defiles her desirable pride</em></p>
<p><em>Dishabille, she rises</em><br>
<em>From the sinful lounge of shame</em><br>
<em>Her shredded raiment…</em></p></blockquote>
<p>In Still Birthday, a mother writes a birthday poem for her gone child. It is poignant. This piece moves one to tears.</p>
<blockquote><p><em>“…But you were the arrival of a hurried departure</em><br>
<em>The momentary miracle gone too soon</em><br>
<em>Another proof of my womanhood”</em><br>
<em>Flow makes menstruation stylish:</em><br>
<em>“Blood!</em><br>
<em>Crimson</em><br>
<em>Unstoppable</em><br>
<em>Flowing from within</em><br>
<em>Without bruise’</em></p></blockquote>
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<p><strong><a title="JOSEPH OMOTAYO" href="http://wrr.ng/authorpedia/joseph-omotayo/">JOSEPH OMOTAYO</a> (@omotayome) is a Nigerian reviewer and blogger. Some of his works are published at <a href="http://criticalliteraturereview.blogspot.com" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">criticalliteraturereview.blogspot.com</a> and <a href="josephomotayo.blogspot.com" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">josephomotayo.blogspot.com</a>.</strong></p>
 
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