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.

FREEDOM TRAIL

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NELSON MANDELA

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THE GREAT FALL

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