Tag: Poem

  • POEM

    POEM

    When minimum wage

    Is mining rage

    Give us a living wage

    because your pay

    is a smiling pot

    not shy to burst

    Let our sweat

    tally with our raise

    because yours

    is an elephant

    floating without

    wings

    We come in peace

    but we could come

    as bricks

    crashing heads

    maiming limbs

    Our Lords in Temples

    of chop and clean

    mouth

    baboons with reptile

    scales

    give us living wages

    so you won’t mine

    our rage

    because it will surely

    come

    like a thief

    in the night

    Maximum rage will mill Minimum wage

    I won’t carry the news

    wrapped with wails

    as  mails to be read

    by plundered heads

    who are now like nails

    that had tried hard

    to be heard

    but are fastened

    to a rebellious

    gear

    waiting to throttle

    on a destructive path

    I will tell them

    I heard someone

         said

    “money is scarce

    but a new witches’

    broomstick

    I must fly

    at all cost

    to the moon

    even at noon.

    I need this fast

    a flying mat

    to show

    you complaining

    Lizards

    that money is there

    but not for wages

    even when you

    are raging.”

    My advice is like

    a smooth loaf

    of bread

    you may digest

    it with grace

    or wolf it with

    anger

    such muse

    will help you

    yield to my

    words

    with force

    So, don’t delay

    kindly

    break a few heads

        those ones

    whose take home

    envelopes swell

    like River Niger

    on rainy days

           then

    your cry will fly

         after dawn

    WE then

    smoke some holes

    where our sweat

    lives

    pregnant snakes

    that swallowed

    it will

    cough

    painful throaty sounds

    and the years

    of the locusts

    that ravaged

    our land

    will be restored

    and what was

    swallowed

    will be vomited.

    This will only

    happen if

    the pressure

    is communal

    without betrayal

    of purpose

          and

    of vision

    • By Akan Essien

    Uyo

  • Poem

    Poem

    By Samuel Isogun

    The impediment of Black Man

    Oh, Africa!

    Where is your dream of yesterday?

    When will you reach your full potential

    and return to your glorious days?

    The mighty Boabab tree

    has unwittingly stopped growing since…

    The fertile vast farm plantation

    has self-neutered from bearing fruits.

    Oh, Africa!!

    Your seeds are wearing off,

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    your leaves are falling off.

    Your Branches

    are breaking away to foreign lands, to be replanted and replenished on a prosperous grounds.

    To a new beginning

    and unique dispensation,

    Where there’s enough water

    for transpiration.

    Where the Sun shines accordingly,

    and the rain falls unceasingly.

    Oh, Africa!!!

    When will you stop sleeping?

    Your Àtòúnrìnwá neighbours

    have since gone farming.

    But you would rather slumber

    until their produce is cared for by others.

    So you can beg and borrow to feed, and hoard enough to your grave,lasting until the defeat of your greed.

    Burial ceremony and memorial,

    even your posthumous occasions in arrears.

  • Anatomy of Gendered Trauma

    Anatomy of Gendered Trauma

    • Poem by Olanrewaju Olajumoke Akinla
  • TOTEM: A poem

    TOTEM: A poem

    This poem runs an unbiased commentary on the latest and unusual happening, being the first of it’s kind in the Yoruba culture, in the marital foray of the Ooni of Ife, Oba Ogunwusi and his ex-queen Zaynab Otiti Obanor.
    ]As it carefully doesn’t heap the blame on either of the parties, it clearly delves into a deep analysis of the Yoruba culture, our personality struggles and how much they clash with the role of the gods in our affairs as humans. 

    For Her Highness, Zaynab Otiti Obanor

    Ifa is a corpus,
    the last gift Orunmila got from the Creator –
    the divinity. the prophecy.
    The gods are errand boys,
    the bridge between the earth and beyond –
    the crown is the deputy,
    Alase Ekeji orisa –
    the Oonirisa,
    the powers that be.
     
    Uneasy,they do say –
    lies the head that wears a crown –
    ori ti o maa d’ade,
    inu agogo ide ni ti n wa.
    Orun to maa lo igba ileke,
    inu agogo ide ni ti n wa.
    Kara-ibadi ti o so ileke iyun,
    mo sebi inu agogo ide ni ti n wa.
    Equity is the principle that guides life,
    not equality.
     
    The common man
    and the royalty,
    drank from a tap –
    rooted from a source –
    sprouted from an harem –
    they both have footprints,
    they both can run –
    but not from their shadows..
    what distinguish a man and the crown,
    is the other realm –
    the spirit world.
     
    The king –
    the husband of the witches,
    the husband of the genies,
    the husband of the women,
    green. black. yellow.
    oba lo nile,
    all that be –
    belongs to the king –
    his control remains on the formidable humans,
    not the gods that enthroned him.
    And the moment one kisses the king,
    she become a goddess.
    Then, the clash of the titans..
    a power clash.
    Or how would two souls,
    stand upright in place of a soul ?
     
    She is a woman –
    she is magic herself –
    for her bottom power speaks for her
    and she is the common man –
    who can lobby with the gods –
    she stands in the quest,
    of being a king
    and being a natural genie.
    But the Abobaku(s) are now scared of death,
    no wonder a man fled into hiding some seasons back,
    so he won’t swim beyond the earth with a king –
    that was once a king.
    She is the King’s wife
    not Abobaku..
    for even Abobaku o fe ku mo.
     
    Who is a queen ?
    Is it the woman that smooch the skin of the crown,
    or that woman whose tongue cuts through the ear lobe –
    of the feared deputy of the other world ?
    Perhaps,
    a queen is she –
    who has dined in a calabash with the gods,
    a queen is she –
    who has tasted what the gods tasted,
    a queen is she –
    who has ventured to the other coven…
    a queen is not just the she –
    who roam in the four corners of aafin,
    a queen is not the she –
    who serve the king a free portion of her body,
    when night falls.
    For the king has concubines –
    and choice wives.
    The father has that son,
    who is the apple of his eye –
    the king has that woman,
    who is the favorite amongst others –
    perhaps,due to her exquisite beauty
    or unrivalled wisdom.
    When these physical gifts are gone,
    she is just a common woman –
    never a Queen
    but a choice wife..
    aayo-oba.
     
    And
    the poor cry fifty times a day,
    the tears of the rich are unquantified..
    what happens behind the closed door,
    I don’t know –
    you don’t know..
    we know what they want us to know,
    and like the gullible we were thought to be,
    we believed the cock and bull stories..
    what happens behind closed door,
    is more than meet the eyes.
    cries..shouts..screams.. fidgets..
    that’s what comes with –
    royalty.
    tears. blood.
    that’s what forms the water –
    of royalty.
    Royalty don’t just die,
    they are killed –
    for spirits don’t die,
    we don’t call it suicide –
    it is a pass over.
     
    Some bear the mysteries that linger in royalty –
    because of wealths. inheritance. status.
    Some can’t just bear the mysteries –
    for they might go blind.
    And what law ordained that –
    when a feet step out of the palace,
    she can’t roam freely on the popular world ?
    Even *akudaaya* roam freely.
     
    Soldier goes,
    soldier comes.
    A soldier today,
    a soldier forever.
    But a soldier can dump his belt –
    and pick a gauntlet.
    She is out of the palace –
    she is no more a spirit –
    she is a woman..
    she was always a woman,
    for *ade isembaye* make a king,
    and hence,she was not a queen –
    but a choice wife.
    The spiritual realm is built on choices –
    not compulsion.
    The gods don’t dictate,
    they prophesy.
    And Olodumare has total powers over prophecy..
    for it to come to life or not,
    just like He control a blossom –
    to last for long or not.
     
    Go to the earth and multiply !
    was the command of Olodumare.
    If this land is of no convenience,
    then we can always sojourn to another land –
    we are all common men,
    until we see what we shouldn’t see.
    And we can always be common again –
    it’s from the heart,
    not from the body.
     
    Memory will have it –
    as the queen who didn’t last for two years,
    because she couldn’t endure –
    the ghommids called royalty.
    But –
    there is always a second chance,
    until death comes.
    She is not to be blamed –
    the gods are not to be blamed,
    choice. choice. choice.
    we always want to apportion blames –
    we are still blind.
     
    Some water have flowed for ages,
    that dusts now make a nest out of it.
    The chain would still continue,
    as our heritage now turn to sham –
    and the other world cackle at us..
    the gods are laughing at our foolishness,
    for no aspersion is to be casted on her –
    she is never to be blamed.
    She can once again,roam the free world..
    liberty. choice. wisdom.
    Yo yo yo,
    Yoruba..
    E ronu.
    Balogun Alabi Yusuf, popularly known as Gemini by his moniker, is a novelist, playwright and a poet. He recently authored a pamphlet “Days Of Infirmity” in December, 2016 which happened to be his first book. He is the convener of a rising platform ARDENT WRITERS and is the chief editor of iTalkCulture organisation. His performances have been highlighted in Poets in FUNAAB 1.0,Breathing Words,Poetry Festival (SPED, OYO)  among others. He’s currently working on his upcoming books,When a snake sheds its skin (a novel) and Smiling Carcass (a poetry book).
  • Poem: All in one night

     

    – The snow goes down

    his dreamz now drown

    all in one night

    was it never bright

    -His life frowns

    for he no longer wears the crown

    all in one night

    because of a fight

    -His future is a raided town

    painted terracotta brown

    all in one night

    there was no longer light   Answer the following questions.

    Can you explain the poem Ain your own words?

    How many ryhming words can you see?

    Do you see other figures of speech?

  • Poem Who Is Who

    Umbrella, multi coloured leaking roof,

    Broom, dusting developmental glue.

     

    Are birds responsible for making

    Our skies blue?

     

    Will party jamboree make my

    Stomach eternally full,

     

    I blame faith and physical case,

    Hoping on executive disciples at

     

    Admin must admit,

    Spirituality’s the sole property

    Of my heart

     

    Never to be tossed as campaign dart.

     

    Flourishing future remains my

    Coordinated act.

     

    As two giant march

    Will dust temporarily blind

    Africa’s widest land?

  • Lyrical Poems from the Laboratory

    Lyrical Poems from the Laboratory

    Composing poems are usually connected to people who studied Art related courses in the institution. Even right from secondary school, the expectation is much expected of such people. But here is a science graduate with impressive but inspiring lines.

    Speaking from the fourth verse, the poem identifies the need for an urgent awakening of citizens to effect meaningful changes through impressive vocations into Nigeria.

    The author employed different poetic devices and varying degrees of length but his tone remained the same, persuasive with no traces of vitriol all through as he pleaded with fellow citizens.

    In the very first line of the poem, Collins Ineneji, an Msc. holder in Electrical Electronics Engineering, identified corruption as the enemy, almost consuming the country.

    With pressure yet mounting from all sides, on government concerning the kidnapped Chibok school girls, he lamented the inability to rescue and reunit them with their families.
    Aptly titled: AWAKE O DEAD KNIGHT, O NIGERIANS, AWAKE!!!, Ineneji wove an epoch of poetry that is concerned with the country and her ensuing political, psychological, cultural, religious and spiritual conditions by preaching love for one another. The Poem Reads:
    The land is almost completely taken over by the enemy (corruption),
    Human rights, almost completely submerged in the sea of personal aggrandizement and greed,
    Heroes have fallen, great minds have been lost,
    Destinies are fast heading south, while a few seem to be enjoying short- lived victories over fellow Nigerians,
    When the real enemy stares at us, right in the face.

    Alas! For the land is completely taken,
    A nation blessed with anything, now paying for everything it needs
    Tyranny and wickedness at its peak
    While its leaders scramble for personal fame and achievements
    Neighbours at daggers drawn against each other
    Community against community
    Clan against clan
    State against state.

    Where is the love that once existed?
    Where is thy sovereignty?
    Where is thy pride?
    Embarrassed by foreign nations
    Molested all over the world
    Discriminated among even black nations
    Her citizens deported from all parts of the world, most pitifully from her fellow African nations.

    How are the mighty fallen!
    Of course, a house divided against itself cannot stand
    Hence the call for your mighty knights
    Yes, most of them are dead, but
    Where are the remaining few?
    Those capable of wielding the sword
    Armed with a worthy vocation
    Will ye stand aside and watch, as the enemy takes over the land?

    Over 200 innocent girls still in captivity,
    Yet, no one flinches,
    Look in the eyes of one Nigerian, and you’ll see a whole nation
    Maybe independence came a little earlier,
    Maybe we needed to be free from ourselves, and not the British!
    Well, we are where we are now
    And we must defend ourselves and the nation, so

    Arise a knight today!
    Shout aloud, awake the sleeping knights
    Let’s become the great nation that we truly are again
    Take your place among the nations of the world
    ARISE, ARISE, ARISE, TILL LAMBS BECOME LIONS
    AWAKE O DEAD KNIGHTS, AWAKE!!!

  • ‘Why Jonathan should read my poem’

    ‘Why Jonathan should read my poem’

    Ebinyo Ogbowei was twice Chairman of the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA), Bayelsa State Chapter. He is also a senior lecturer in English and Literary Studies at the Niger Delta University, Wilberforce Island, Bayelsa State. Thrice, he made the NLNG Literature prize longlist in poetry in 2005, 2009 and 2013. His poems mainly tackle Niger Delta issues that border essentially on environmental degradation, oil exploration and lots more. He told Edozie Udeze why his poems stir the soul of his people and pierce hard at the heart of the powers that be

    Then the poetry of the Niger Delta is mentioned or discussed anywhere in Nigeria or beyond, Ebinyo Ogbowei’s works have to be counted among them. All his life, both as a university teacher and as an environmental activist, Ogbowei has never shied away from saying things as they truly are. With two of his works, entitled The Town Crier’s Song and Marsh Boy and other poems, for instance, he has come to establish himself as one of the most vocal voices using poetry to draw the battle line.

    “Oh, yes,” he said, “I am a three-time longlisted poet for the NLNG. These were in 2005, 2009 and 2013. What the Niger Delta Literature symbolises is, to a very large extent, what the Nigerian situation stands for. You cannot isolate one from the other. A lot of people tell us we have over flogged the Niger Delta issues. That we have written too much on the problems of the people. They maintain that we are too concerned about the problems of the day,” he said.

    “But the problem is that literature reflects the society. It is about the everyday issues that affect the people. And so long as it is so, we’ll continue to talk about it. So what is the society in which we live? It is a society split by constant violence; it is a society that is full of injustice, that is plagued by environmental degradation. All these still stare us in the face everyday and yet you say we’ve done enough on the Niger Delta issues. No, we’ve not done enough,” he stated.

    To him, the issue cannot be left alone unless urgent steps are taken to ameliorate the situation. “You see, it is so pathetic now. The environment in which we grew up is no longer the same. As children, we used to go out to catch crabs, fish in the creeks and so on. Today, the environment has been so terribly polluted we cannot do such things anymore. And this is our home; we have nowhere else to turn to. Today, we can no longer go and swim in our creeks. We can no longer go crab-hunting, our children can’t do it anymore. Now, you might think things have changed for them. But I say it is not true. The environment is not as clean as it is used to be and it is too horrible for our kids. And these are the reasons why we have to continue to draw attention to our plight through our works; through poetry, through drama and prose.”

    Ogbowei, who is unrepentant about the strength of his works and how he uses them to attack both the governments and oil companies and other agents of destabilisation in the area, said: “We have a lot of fumes which we inhale day-in-day-out. We have toxic materials which oil companies release into our environment every minute of the day. They stock them into our creeks. They were unknown to our parents and grandparents and we cry out everyday, saying, reduce this nonsense. This was what Ken Saro-wiwa fought for and died for. And we have, of course, taken over from Saro-wiwa to look at the problems of the Niger Delta and this is what we stand for.”

    According to him, there are other issues too. “Of course, these are not only merely environmental. Part of our problems is the leadership of the country and in the Niger Delta. They are our greatest problem. The problem might not really be the federal government. No. But to prove this fact, our brother is now the president. Yet, the problems have not been solved. Some people would say oh it will take a lot of time to solve the problem of the Niger Delta. How long will it take to clean an environment? How long will it take you to tell Shell to practice good practices? Look, stop burning gas; stop polluting this environment for the sake of the health and lives of the people. Tell them to stop all these and it doesn’t take long to do so. If you invest N30billion into it today, that problem, I tell you, will be solved.”

    Talking about amnesty, which he described as a cankerworm, Ogbowei fumed: “They use amnesty to breed criminals and rip off the economy of the state. It is the economy of the nation that is suffering and that’s why Boko Haram has engaged in their own criminality. They’re also asking for amnesty and that they should be paid. It is so because the whole thing is criminal. I tell you, some of the so-called rehabilitated criminals who were taken out of the country and sent to be used to eliminate political opponents. I don’t want to name names.

    “Yes, this is exactly what we are doing in our literature. We look at issues. Take for instance, some of the works by Ken Saro-wiwa. In Sozaboy, he tackles our problems and today that book still remains relevant. There, there are three levels of Mr. Enemy. The federal government, then, the regional government, that is also an enemy. That is the state government. The third level is the traditional class – our own people who join in this mess. If you look at our traditional rulers, they’re in close contact with those who mess us up, to rip off the people. They are supposed to be courageous people because they are the repository of the traditions and customs of the people. But what do we see? This is why our literature will continue to flow with pains and blood. We’ll continue to write because we’ve not seen freedom in the horizon or have we?,” he asked, a bit perturbed.

    Unfortunately, the greatest headache of the Niger Delta writer is the implication of the traditional rulers in the economic exploitation of the people. “Of course, they are our greatest enemy,” Ogbowei bemoaned, saying, “Where they are supposed to stand for the people, they easily sell out. Now check very well, you’ll see in my works how I’ve been able to chronicle all these issues. My poetry ripple with blood; they are blunt, tearing at the heart of the matter. Read what we’ve been able to produce to date. We’ve never hidden our disdain towards oppression, towards the anarchy that is the Niger Delta oil pollution. And of course the people who are quick to shout us down do not see that we’re even looking inwards. To look at our people and say, see, you’re not doing well like I said before. Our northern governors are right when they said that our Niger Delta governors should account for all the money given to them so far.

    “Yes, they should do that before they ask for more. Even if you give them 100%, they will still steal it. So, our literature has not spared anyone. Read my work entitled The Town Criers Song. Also read other works to enable you feel our pains and see what we see, because we’ve not spared anyone. A few governors are doing well. My brother Amaechi is doing well. Akpabio is trying, but are the rest of them doing well? It is the responsibility of writers to do all that.”

    Ogbowei, a foundation member of Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA) Bayelsa State, admitted however, that poetry is not as easily accepted as other genres of literature. “You know the aversion our people have for poetry. They think it is too difficult. Yet, people are reading, although I might not be getting the kind of response that I expect. However, the fact that my works have got national and international attention gladdens my heart. To have made the NLNG longlist three times, tells me that they’re readers out there who care about the message I pass across. These are quality readers who really understand. Let’s leave the politics of NLNG aside. I don’t want to bother about that, yet we have to keep writing…Literature in the Niger Delta is suffering a lot because we do not have the kind of critics you people in Igboland have. You have more established literary experts, who also started out on time. Your critics are vibrant and strong and are everywhere. Like the Yoruba also have. Not just writers, but critics who defend the interests of the people. This is what we need and our own government should assist in creating an enabling atmosphere for our literature to get to the height it should get. But I don’t think our government is interested in such project. Amaechi is the only governor that I’ve seen who is involved in promoting literature”

    He, however, recommended one of his works, Marsh Boy and other poems to President Goodluck Jonathan. “That book made the NLNG list and President Jonathan should read it because it is a prophetic work. Like most of the things I said in my works as from the late 80s have all happened in Nigeria. That’s the power of poetry – to forsee the future and talk about it. We need to say more too,” he said, smiling.

  • ‘Why President Jonathan should read my poem’

    ‘Why President Jonathan should read my poem’

    Ebinyo Ogbowei was twice Chairman of the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA), Bayelsa State Chapter. He is also a senior lecturer in English and Literary Studies at the Niger Delta University, Wilberforce Island, Bayelsa State. Thrice, he made the NLNG Literature prize longlist in poetry in 2005, 2009 and 2013. His poems mainly tackle Niger Delta issues that border essentially on environmental degradation, oil exploration and lots more. He told Edozie Udeze why his poems stir the soul of his people and pierce hard at the heart of the powers that be.

    When the poetry of the Niger Delta is mentioned or discussed anywhere in Nigeria or beyond, Ebinyo Ogbowei’s works have to be counted among them. All his life, both as a university teacher and as an environmental activist, Ogbowei has never shied away from saying things as they truly are. With two of his works, entitled The Town Crier’s Song and Marsh Boy and other poems, for instance, he has come to establish himself as one of the most vocal voices using poetry to draw the battle line.

    “Oh, yes,” he said, “I am a three-time longlisted poet for the NLNG. These were in 2005, 2009 and 2013. What the Niger Delta Literature symbolises is, to a very large extent, what the Nigerian situation stands for. You cannot isolate one from the other. A lot of people tell us we have over flogged the Niger Delta issues. That we have written too much on the problems of the people. They maintain that we are too concerned about the problems of the day,” he said.

    “But the problem is that literature reflects the society. It is about the everyday issues that affect the people. And so long as it is so, we’ll continue to talk about it. So what is the society in which we live? It is a society split by constant violence; it is a society that is full of injustice, that is plagued by environmental degradation. All these still stare us in the face everyday and yet you say we’ve done enough on the Niger Delta issues. No, we’ve not done enough,” he stated.

    To him, the issue cannot be left alone unless urgent steps are taken to ameliorate the situation. “You see, it is so pathetic now. The environment in which we grew up is no longer the same. As children, we used to go out to catch crabs, fish in the creeks and so on. Today, the environment has been so terribly polluted we cannot do such things anymore. And this is our home; we have nowhere else to turn to. Today, we can no longer go and swim in our creeks. We can no longer go crab-hunting, our children can’t do it anymore. Now, you might think things have changed for them. But I say it is not true. The environment is not as clean as it is used to be and it is too horrible for our kids. And these are the reasons why we have to continue to draw attention to our plight through our works; through poetry, through drama and prose.”

    Ogbowei, who is unrepentant about the strength of his works and how he uses them to attack both the governments and oil companies and other agents of destabilisation in the area, said: “We have a lot of fumes which we inhale day-in-day-out. We have toxic materials which oil companies release into our environment every minute of the day. They stock them into our creeks. They were unknown to our parents and grandparents and we cry out everyday, saying, reduce this nonsense. This was what Ken Saro-wiwa fought for and died for. And we have, of course, taken over from Saro-wiwa to look at the problems of the Niger Delta and this is what we stand for.”

    According to him, there are other issues too. “Of course, these are not only merely environmental. Part of our problems is the leadership of the country and in the Niger Delta. They are our greatest problem. The problem might not really be the federal government. No. But to prove this fact, our brother is now the president. Yet, the problems have not been solved. Some people would say oh it will take a lot of time to solve the problem of the Niger Delta. How long will it take to clean an environment? How long will it take you to tell Shell to practice good practices? Look, stop burning gas; stop polluting this environment for the sake of the health and lives of the people. Tell them to stop all these and it doesn’t take long to do so. If you invest N30billion into it today, that problem, I tell you, will be solved.”

    Talking about amnesty, which he described as a cankerworm, Ogbowei fumed: “They use amnesty to breed criminals and rip off the economy of the state. It is the economy of the nation that is suffering and that’s why Boko Haram has engaged in their own criminality. They’re also asking for amnesty and that they should be paid. It is so because the whole thing is criminal. I tell you, some of the so-called rehabilitated criminals who were taken out of the country and sent to be used to eliminate political opponents. I don’t want to name names.

    “Yes, this is exactly what we are doing in our literature. We look at issues. Take for instance, some of the works by Ken Saro-wiwa. In Sozaboy, he tackles our problems and today that book still remains relevant. There, there are three levels of Mr. Enemy. The federal government, then, the regional government, that is also an enemy. That is the state government. The third level is the traditional class – our own people who join in this mess. If you look at our traditional rulers, they’re in close contact with those who mess us up, to rip off the people. They are supposed to be courageous people because they are the repository of the traditions and customs of the people. But what do we see? This is why our literature will continue to flow with pains and blood. We’ll continue to write because we’ve not seen freedom in the horizon or have we?,” he asked, a bit perturbed.

    Unfortunately, the greatest headache of the Niger Delta writer is the implication of the traditional rulers in the economic exploitation of the people. “Of course, they are our greatest enemy,” Ogbowei bemoaned, saying, “Where they are supposed to stand for the people, they easily sell out. Now check very well, you’ll see in my works how I’ve been able to chronicle all these issues. My poetry ripple with blood; they are blunt, tearing at the heart of the matter. Read what we’ve been able to produce to date. We’ve never hidden our disdain towards oppression, towards the anarchy that is the Niger Delta oil pollution. And of course the people who are quick to shout us down do not see that we’re even looking inwards. To look at our people and say, see, you’re not doing well like I said before. Our northern governors are right when they said that our Niger Delta governors should account for all the money given to them so far.

    “Yes, they should do that before they ask for more. Even if you give them 100%, they will still steal it. So, our literature has not spared anyone. Read my work entitled The Town Criers Song. Also read other works to enable you feel our pains and see what we see, because we’ve not spared anyone. A few governors are doing well. My brother Amaechi is doing well. Akpabio is trying, but are the rest of them doing well? It is the responsibility of writers to do all that.”

    Ogbowei, a foundation member of Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA) Bayelsa State, admitted however, that poetry is not as easily accepted as other genres of literature. “You know the aversion our people have for poetry. They think it is too difficult. Yet, people are reading, although I might not be getting the kind of response that I expect. However, the fact that my works have got national and international attention gladdens my heart. To have made the NLNG longlist three times, tells me that they’re readers out there who care about the message I pass across. These are quality readers who really understand. Let’s leave the politics of NLNG aside. I don’t want to bother about that, yet we have to keep writing…Literature in the Niger Delta is suffering a lot because we do not have the kind of critics you people in Igboland have. You have more established literary experts, who also started out on time. Your critics are vibrant and strong and are everywhere. Like the Yoruba also have. Not just writers, but critics who defend the interests of the people. This is what we need and our own government should assist in creating an enabling atmosphere for our literature to get to the height it should get. But I don’t think our government is interested in such project. Amaechi is the only governor that I’ve seen who is involved in promoting literature”

    He, however, recommended one of his works, Marsh Boy and other poems to President Goodluck Jonathan. “That book made the NLNG list and President Jonathan should read it because it is a prophetic work. Like most of the things I said in my works as from the late 80s have all happened in Nigeria. That’s the power of poetry – to forsee the future and talk about it. We need to say more too,” he said, smiling.

  • The University Teacher – Out, out, there on strike

    What is Semester

    What is session

    What is Calendar

    These are common terms in Universities

    Sacrosanct and respected in polite, proud, urban Ivory towers.

    But no, not in Nigeria

    While dons elsewhere

    Seek knowledge, advance learning

    Teachers here seek

    Power, seek money

    Our allowance must be paid forward:-

    Musical instruments allowances,

    Allowance to keep our step-mothers comfortable,

    Allowance for sleeping late,

    Allowance for magazine published in Montenegro,

    What about our fresh air allowance?

    The Nigerian Dons must be comfortable.

    Learning in Nigerian University

    By pamphlets, handouts and lifted pages

    Students who are happy to cut corners relish

    These plagiarized papers.

    Contended to read for examinations

    Rather than learning for knowledge

    Facilities, equipment rot away

    Antiquated, outdated instruments of learning

    Governments and teachers trading blames

    On decaying and decadent system.

    Public Universities and their teachers

    Have become nightmares to Nigerians

    In and out of the classroom

    They squander the nation’s wealth on trivialities

    On imponderables

    Up, up spring new schools

    Private institutions

    With glamorous names

    And holistic mission and romantic vision

    Vowing they will reshapen education and give

    New directions

    Religious stalwarts with big hearts

    Ploughing, burroughing into tertiary institutions

    Carrying the gospel of discipline and integrity

    Into the Educational sector.

    Heads must come together or roll together

    Moderation in demands

    Renewed vigour in re-investments

    Structures, equipment, programmes must be

    Re-invigorated

    Famished facilities brought to life

    Goodness!

    The nation must be saved

    From this dog fight:

    For a nation that toys with the education and

    Cultivation of its youth

    Is heading for oblivion

    Comment

    University education especially at public level has become a huge joke and an embarrassement to many in Nigeria. Replete with all antisocial elements, students have increasingly contributed to the problems of society. Fed with half-baked materials, taught by teachers who regard themselves more important than the community they are out to serve, tertiary education has become a nightmare to many.

    More than students perhaps; University Teachers have consistently diminished the aura to which these citadels were regarded. Walking out – their jobs at intervals that can almost be predicted their behavior and social responsibility may now be seen to fall below the national average.

    The solution? Some solution lies in private participation in establishing and funding of tertiary education. But the cost is enormous, perhaps three times that of public system. There is the advantage however of students spending the minimum number of years (semester) in private schools whereas the period may extend to five or six years in public institutions because of the regular walk-out of academic staff in the latter.

     

    Chief Oladeji Fasuan published this poem in his book, Poetic Reflections of Lively Issues.