KAINE AGARY’S ‘YELLOW- YELLOW’ CAPTURES NIGER DELTA ‘OIL POLITICS’ IN A WITTY, GRAPHIC MANNER WITH BITING SARCASM  a review by Eugene Yakubu

TITLE: YELLOW- YELLOW AUTHOR: KAINE AGARY GENRE: PROSE FICTION NUMBER OF PAGES: 179 PUBLISHER: DTALKSHOP DATE OF PUBLICATION: 2017 ISBN: 9780708332 (10), 978-9780708337 (13) REVIEWER: Eugene Yakubu Kaine Agary’s ‘Yellow- Yellow’ is a simplistic and humorous narrative that opens up complex issues swirling around ‘oil politics’ in the Niger Delta region of Nigeria. It is… Continue reading KAINE AGARY’S ‘YELLOW- YELLOW’ CAPTURES NIGER DELTA ‘OIL POLITICS’ IN A WITTY, GRAPHIC MANNER WITH BITING SARCASM  a review by Eugene Yakubu

OIL RIVER PEACE by Yolanda Lindsay Mabuto

Miasma whispers in the ears of its Delta children as they sway to the songs that caress their lips The violent noise has become a barren burden Faces of confusion and guilt – eclipse The melancholy echoes are fueled by a trade of disharmony the air is polluted with intense uncertainty- Enmity quenches the veins… Continue reading OIL RIVER PEACE by Yolanda Lindsay Mabuto

CASUALTIES

We are casualties again. Placards displayed, songs chanted, Of marginalization and liberation. Wafting through the busy street, Our bodies are left with their injuries. Of their annoyance, We are all casualties again. We are casualties again. Arms brandished, bitter expressions Written all over their faces, anger. Oil Installations up in flames, burnings unstopped, Our bodies… Continue reading CASUALTIES

DANCERS

  Rhythm from drums come calling out of earshot Stomping feet heard from faraway Singers humming tunes from the heaviest of hearts Tunes not strong enough to call out dancers The few that sway to this tune Sway to a dirge from strange times Caused by a leader overwhelmingly chosen For they said he has… Continue reading DANCERS

WAVES OF FATE…

Parched in this oily trap, with our fates dangling on a swinging rope, We hummed the songs of the fear in our hearts and submitted our case Upon the table of injustice We stand on this trial ground to sign our fears for death Cleaning our faces with rags of poverty as economic strangulation Hangs… Continue reading WAVES OF FATE…

WEAVING DOWN

Our coast is weaving down Like a knitted braid Falling fast like ripe cashews Littering the earth in “creche” disgust Flapping sideways like sagged breasts Milked dry by herdsmen. Our rivers like ‘Nassarawa’ deserts Have had it’s busy share Of desperate tourists Making a match to milk and honey Unminding the deaths done to crabs… Continue reading WEAVING DOWN

IF AMNESTY IS THE KEY

They carried arms to fight their cause Of ravaged farms and streams of curse They waged their fight with thunderous might Worsening their plight for a future so bright, With flowing blood They threatened the nation’s livelihood. No longer could the nation stand Their violence brand So for the sake of the economy They were… Continue reading IF AMNESTY IS THE KEY

WEEPING SOIL

Our land is the source That generates your resource Yet it looks battered Like goods craftily adulterated Heed to our land’s ethics And forget all politics For our lands breastfeed Those seeking tangible deeds Our land is where your remains Will forever remain When your bones Shall fail your flesh zones Written by: Emeka Michaels… Continue reading WEEPING SOIL