We send our hearty congratulations to the man of the moment Kukogho Iruesiri Samson, winner of the 2018 Guaranty Trust Bank Dusty Manuscript Contest for his unpublished novel DEVIL’S PAWN. The judges, while announcing Devil’s Pawn as the winner of the contest said: “The winning entry was a unanimous choice…The story is the best example… Continue reading ALL ABOUT KUKOGHO IRUESIRI SAMSON, WINNER GT BANK 2018 DUSTY MANUSCRIPT CONTEST
The judges of the Association of Nigerian Authors Literary Prizes have published the shortlist for the 2017 ANA Prizes and WORDS RHYMES & RHYTHM PUBLISHERS LTD CEO, Kukogho Iruesiri Samson, was shortlisted for the PROSE FICTION PRIZE’ category. Kukogho’s unpublished novel, THE DEVIL’S PAWN, was shortlisted alongside LOLA AKANDE’s WHAT IT TAKES, Dr. DUL JOHNSON’s ACROSS… Continue reading ANA PUBLISHES 2017 LITERARY PRIZE SHORTLIST, FEATURING WRR CEO KUKOGHO IRUESIRI SAMSON
The wind of disorder is blowing, Slowing us down! The dark clouds have eclipsed the sun, Rendering the future bleak! There is no light, no hope, And even the birds gaze mutely! I looked and saw the disgruntled people Wailing and cursing. They were stuck in mud! Helpless and distressed in the mud of corruption,… Continue reading STUCK IN MUD (on a people’s plight)
What is fire? Our desire Some inspire. We inquire Warmth require Love for hire? Silent cryer Fervent buyer Funeral pyre. meet the poet: Albert Jungers
Must we at the temple’s hill Hear the preacher’s talk “You must each other kill And even their children you must stalk!” Shan’t the preachments from heaven Bring peace and heal our clobbered hearts Without any mixture of leaven, Shielding us from poisonous darts? Stop making us vassals of hate! Cease thundering from your tall… Continue reading THIS WICKED FLOOD
Our lives, You tore like a paper sheet. Our parents, You murdered in a heartbeat. We hoped To take our dreams higher. Along the way, Stood you, a blazing fire! Day, night You are on the hunt To make Our wishes blunt. This, Is genocide! We are awed By this open patricide! We are they… Continue reading ORPHANS (for the victims of war by Erayan Daniel)
How wronged we thee, Grim Reaper? That thou failest not to reach yet deeper, Into our idyll chest of placid joy, To steal our smiles, though we be calm and coy? What offence hath the little bairn, who yet suckles at his mother’s breast? Or the unripe teen who for a future doth yearn, That… Continue reading GRIM REAPER (by Ani Onyedikachi Michael Jr.)
Its time to lay down swords And heal the sores With heartfelt words. … Kill them, they are infidels, Kill them, one and all, Damned spiritual rebels! Alas! From the pulpit Flows fiery arrows To put men into the pit! … god ordered deaths! … Oh! You brought to an end The life of the… Continue reading BRING BACK THE PEACE
What have we become, we sons of men,
Now that we’ve made of Earth a killing den?
The lion kills to put meat in his stomach.
The slithering cobra strikes to repel attack.
Neither King Lion that rules the deep jungle
Nor the soaring, sharp-clawed Eagles
Would dare slaughter the rat or stray calf,
Just that they may with blood-mirth laugh!
Why then do men – demon-possessed pack,
Merciless Humans that do humanity lack –
Now slaughter on whims and plunder at will?
Say, can we then call ourselves Humans still!?
Do you think the dead can breathe again?
Or a corpse, nurtured with sun and rain?
These hands with which we share out death
Shall, sure, one day lie, without life’s breath!
Thy muscled hands have drawn darkness upon thee Thy fine senses have darkened our morrow Thy perfect heart has given us sunset Die, Aluu, Die! You don’t deserve anything You don’t deserve dust You are a demon, Aluu Die, Aluu Die! I thought human(ity) lived in thy bosom But I see the devil Walking up… Continue reading DIE, ALUU, DIE (a poet’s rage by Nwilo Bura-Bari Vincent)