THE THING WITH INTERPRETERS (an essay by Oludipe Oyin Samuel)

Many things are allowed in the ‘most contemporary’ Nigerian literature, even psycho-imaginative meningioma; proclaim the very art of purposeful nationalist writing— countryside lyricals, activist poems from the contained ghetto-minds— I say the dynamics are vastly enmeshed in the spurring notes of sincere satire and a so self-indicting, predictable sadness, that...

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I WON MYSELF

Dust kissed the sole of my feet as I trod upon the ground valiantly a herculean task was set before me I peered into my heart and courage was visible I peeked at a mirror and I saw a fidgeting image whose image was it? I battled in a bottle...

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IN AFRICA

Lions will roar me lullabies Dark nights will bring me fireflies Gazelles stride the savannah Monkey hunts for banana Kilimanjaro sits with his head in the clouds Alone, yet simply majestic Deserts, forests, savannah, swamps With mother, each one of them camps The rivers bring an all year spring Flaunting...

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THE DENTED COWRIES

Pick up the cowries stop the smiles The Cake has decayed your teeth already Though the Mind has its choice The secret is only known to the known Tales by the moonlight is a gone thing Who swallowed the cowries? Who tore the Ban? Who demon-strated the most crazy things...

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MILADY IN RED

  She basksBeneath my mind’s profundusHer tentaclesWrap around my sub-consciousLike an insistent loverWittily gaining on my mindLike a festering putrefaction Twilight hoursAs the sleepy sun reclines to the west With a melodious falsettoShe coos my secret nameSweet deceit sets my heart aflame She bids me to gaze upon life’s floraAnd...

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CRADLE OF MY POEMS

where day darkened and I forgot my memory of remembrance on the mountain-rill of sorrow your love lightens my path before the noisy clouds fall…… to the cabinet planet of poet’s prime angels of words and versification with hearty dictionary of your love

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IBRAHIM

With a thin line of dry tears Making strictures upon his time Wrinkled face, old but strong All shall come from one Abba, the promised fulfilled To God, the handmaid Fair and kind, a precious gift Scattered like dotted stars Tickling the sleeping oceans From old to young who won...

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WHERE HAS DONMEI GONE?

Where has Domnei gone? It’s been quite some centuries, Domnei. Please show your face. Noble and chivalrous, Secret but passionate was once the expression of love. Trysts in secret escalated mentally and were morally elevating. But since we last saw Domnei It’s been more physical nothing more than free time...

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