WHY POETS TAKE SNIPER: AN ESSAY ABOUT SUICIDE AMONG WRITERS (by Sa’id Sa’ad Abubakar)

This image is a scanned drawing that was originally created by Daehyun Kim, Moonassi.

Today, we have seen numerous death of young promising writers by suicide. Exactly last year, we lost the talented Chukwuemeka Akachi, whose death spreads like a sandstorm. The same year, an online literary blog published the name of five young students writers who died by suicide.

ON NIGERIAN WRITERS, DEPRESSION & SUICIDE…

In reality, many people discover writing after suffering some physical or psychological discomfort that they want to talk about. Perhaps due to their social circumstances, these people cannot find a voice loud enough to reach the audience they want, or they do not even think anyone is willing to listen or able to hear them. Then they discover writing.

CHUKWUEMEKA AKACHI: AN AFRICAN KNOWS NO DEPRESSION – (COMMENTARY BY OPPONG CLIFFORD BENJAMIN)

So the brilliant and successful Nigerian writer, Chukwuemeka Akachi died in suicide and I am not moaning. Akachi had nothing in life to trade for life. He was only waiting on death to come for him. But when death wasn’t coming for him, he rather ran to embrace it. He needed to end it all.… Continue reading CHUKWUEMEKA AKACHI: AN AFRICAN KNOWS NO DEPRESSION – (COMMENTARY BY OPPONG CLIFFORD BENJAMIN)

WHY OLAMI-UCHE COMMITTED SUICIDE IN ABUJA

When Olami-Uche left his home on that fateful Thursday morning, his wallet had exactly one thousand, seven hundred and twenty naira in it. It was everything he had in the whole house. He didn’t even bother to count the money as was his normal leaving-home routine. He didn’t need to count; he already knew how… Continue reading WHY OLAMI-UCHE COMMITTED SUICIDE IN ABUJA

KPOHACHIM: by Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

Do not cry? Did you really say I shouldn’t cry? Twas just yesterday I saw her last. Full of life, Full of smiles. Twas last night I bade her ‘Goodnight’ She died with yesterday Why I’m I still alive? I promised ne’er to leave her. Black out, Thou Sun. Dim, dim, dim, you Moon. Shine… Continue reading KPOHACHIM: by Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

A MAN AND HIMSELF

if a man should go out looking for himself would he search inside the kitchen shelf inside a frothy bottle robbed of its waters or in the pockets of his pissed trousers   see, the man’s ears are itching for his voice over the cacophony of humanity’s noise should he wear earphones made from steel… Continue reading A MAN AND HIMSELF

BROKEN (a triolet)

She took death pills while counting her curses. A brutal husband and a barren womb… Her disconsolate heart, grave grief, nurses. She took death pills. While counting her curses, Her fidgeting hands scrawl suicide verses. She hopes to find rest in a quiet tomb. She took death pills while counting, her curses, A brutal husband… Continue reading BROKEN (a triolet)

BEGGAR WITHOUT CHOICE‏

You; Sweet as the rose, Fair as the lily, Slender like the sugar cane stalk, Voice like the robin’s, Crowned like the palm… Why are you then A beggar without choice? Paw-paw envies your jugs, Elephant eyes your rump, Peacock hides her plumes, Nightingale goes mute …Even the wind pauses! How did you become A… Continue reading BEGGAR WITHOUT CHOICE‏