(Poem) Retired Night; Sacked Day




RETIRED NIGHT; SACKED DAY
By: Yusuff Uthman Adekola (YUA)

Tell the night:
No need to sit here
When the sun recedes to rest,
For our nation, already,
Is a reflection of the sobbing dark.

Tell the day:
No need to peep through the sky's chink
When the moon hides from the eyes,
For our country, truly,
Is a murderer of the teenage light.

There is a carnage of love here;
A smashing of our brittle bond;
Bloated blisters upon filial splices:
Woes, spreading in rippled tears...

The day is timid; the night is hackneyed;
Our home is already darkened.



WRITER'S BIO:
Yusuff Uthman Adekola, presently a student of the University of Ibadan, is a campus journalist, a poet and an essayist who believes in the correctional cum enlightening power that the pen commands. He can be reached via +2348166599760 ; adekolayusuff@gmail.com ; FB: facebook.com/adecaller01


(ARTICLE) God Bless America and may God Redeem and Uplift Nigeria



GOD BLESS AMERICA AND MAY GOD REDEEM AND UPLIFT NIGERIA.
By: Adedolapo Timileyin


I have been to America countless times; in my dream and also in imagination after watching American films.Honestly, I wish my impending dream could serve as a surrogate means of conveyance  to America. The image of America I see in hallucination goes beyond  just a place which land is laden with well trimmed grass, beautiful  orchard flanking palatial edifice. America is truly a place for commoners and patricians.

Have you seen how citizens' lives and properties are  held with high esteem in America?. In America that I know of, in an emergency situation,say an accident,call certain number and the ambulance will appear at the accident scene just like a snake will sneak up to someone within moment. In contrast,call for security in a situation (like robbery)in my glorified country,Nigeria,and you will be given alibi like "there is limited fuel in the van".
 
I still maintain my stance— God bless America,one may ask where my patriotism for Nigeria is? well, I will not dilly-dally in answering that, I can only be proud of Nigeria when it is actually the Giant of Africa,which we claim to be.

Nigeria is one of the countries that practises representative government otherwise known as  democracy . But in actual terms,true democracy has not been in practice .Politicians, who are supposed to be representative of the masses  are office loafers in the guise  of servant.They indulge in more saving than serving.Well,who are Nigerians that officials should serve?. In the eyes of the politicians, "Nigerians are mere citizens whose dominant responsibility is to elect government officials and after election,crawl back into their crib". "We are just people who inadvertently give power to Politicians based on our ignorance and we never ceased to pay for our ignorance. In contrast, America is a true definition of democracy,to an extent. Americans always have a say or opinion in decision making process of their country. Americans are the majority(who almost constitutes average citizens).

If we are still on the same side of the coin, without any doubt,you will believe with me that God bless America and may God redeem and uplift Nigeria. Has Nigeria been perpetually cursed by angry gods?. There is always one menace or two crises at one time or the other.If it's not IPOB,it will be BOKO HARAM.If it is neither BOKO HARAM nor IPOB,it will be HERDSMEN. Of course America face their threats too but they employ tact to ensure the crisis is under control.

The hilarious film— Head of State culminates my disposition about America and its citizens. Basically,the film is about struggle for Presidency. Mays Gilliam,a young civilian was picked at the roadside and he was persuaded to represent their cause---in a nutshell,son of nobody becomes somebody.I  guess this can only happen in America and some other parts of the world but not definitely in my glorified country, Nigeria. In Nigeria,it is rare for son of nobody to become somebody in Nollyhood let alone it will happen in real life or it is either you know somebody before you can get something.

This article,God bless America and may God redeem and uplift Nigeria,in my opinion, should be a Clarion call that will redeem, uplift and transform Nigeria.


WRITER'S BIO:
Adedolapo Timileyin is a student of University of Ibadan, Department of Communication and Language Arts (CLA). He is also a campus journalist.



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Call for Submissions: 20.35 Africa: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry



An opportunity for poets all over the African continent to submit their works for publishing, in an anthology meant for global consumption, has been offered, for individuals aged between 20 and 35 years.

The anthology, tagged 20.35 Africa: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry, is described as a project intended to "curate contemporary African poetry".

On this, a press release from Brittle Paper reads: "20.35 Africa: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry is a project with the intention of curating contemporary African poetry.

"The anthology, which has in its editorial team, Ebenezer Agu, Gbenga Adeoba, Chisom Okafor, D. E. Benson, and Osinachi, is with a focus on the young and the established African poets—about 30-40 poets, all within 20-35 years.

"The anthology is guest-edited by Safia Elhilo (joint winner of 2015 Brunel International African Poetry Prize and 2016 Sillerman First Book Prize winner) and Gbenga Adesina (joint winner of 2016 Brunel International African Poetry Prize), both of whom will be working with the team of editors for the period of the anthology’s production.

"It is the sincerest wish of the editors that the anthology, when published, would be the first of its kind in Africa, would go a long way in covering areas in African poetry which has, until now, remained bare and fallow.

"Therefore, 20.35 Africa: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry would create a platform for the best of the generation’s poets from Africa, present a representation of the outlook of Africa’s contemporary and possible future poetic voices, make poetry accessible and available  to African readers, and reassert the authority of young African poets (within 20-35 years) on the world stage.

"The anthology will be available for free download when published."

As read in the list of instructions, submissions are allowed only from African poets.

In explaining what is meant by African poets, 20:35 define an African poet as "someone born in Africa, or whose parents (at least one) is African, or someone who currently lives in Africa, at least for a minimum of 10 years."

"Poets who were born in African countries, and have lived up to ten years of their lives there, but are currently pursuing an academic course in non-African countries can also submit." The explanation continues.

Entries are also expected from budding and established poets whose ages are 20 and 35 years.

Submissions may cut across various themes and a maximum of three poems is also allowed.

For full instructions and explanations, you may CLICK HERE


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(SCHOLARSHIP) Apply For Fully-Funded KNUST/MasterCard Foundation Scholarship



The MasterCard Foundation, in collaboration with Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology (KNUST), Ghana, is currently giving offers of scholarships to students from Ghana and other African countries.

This scholarship covers the 2018/2019 Academic Session and is meant for undergraduates.

About the eligible fields of study, it is stated that there is a preference for Science students; however, all subjects are considered.

As sourced from schoolnewsng, the scholarship offers a comprehensive financial support which includes full tution, on-campus accommodation, transportation and monthly stipend.

It also offers the opportunity to be enrolled on an accelerated Master’s Degree after undergraduate studies with an MCF Partner institution in the USA.

As contained in the post, the offers of the scholarship read: "Comprehensive financial support (full tuition, fully paid on-campus accommodation, learning materials, transportation and monthly stipend).

"Regular group meetings with other scholars that focus on personal and professional development opportunities and activities tailored to build societal relationships and scholars’ capacity.

"Continued academic support through academic mentoring, virtual learning, life and career coaching, and tutoring.
Opportunities to participate in leadership congresses, community services and mentoring (Go-back Give- Back), and uniquely sourced internships.

"An academic environment where faculty and students engage with global issues.

"The prestige of becoming part of the growing family of the Mastercard Foundation Scholars Alumni and the Global Scholars Community.

"The opportunity to be enrolled on an accelerated Master’s Degree after undergraduate studies with an MCF Partner institution in the USA."

A brief description of the scholarship is also given thus: "The MasterCard Foundation Scholars Program at KNUST provides academically talented yet economically disadvantaged young people in Ghana and Africa with access to quality and relevant university education.

"It embodies an array of mentoring and cultural transition services to ensure student academic success, community engagement and transition to employment opportunities which will further social and economic change for Africa."

You may check the full instruction—CLICK HERE

(POETRY) Words around my Home Country



WORDS AROUND MY HOME COUNTRY

These words are  s c a t t e r e d
Pieces of  b r o o m s t i c k s
Broken into blinded lonely letters
That wander the Savannah of knotted disunion
Where only tattered rags
With holes agog like polka dots
Bear the face of the abandoned bond.

These words are a once radiant curtain
Dancing with stuck  smile of unstained candour,
But now gently encroached by sizzling lies
For its hem is gradually taped
By dripping slime of stifled promises
Dispelled by the robbing rotten rulers
That sway our hap-stolen lines into faceless zig-zags.

These words are frowning drops of caning tears
Slipping off the watery firmament's shuddering grip
As smile is interred in the ministry of dead plenitude
And plenitude raised in the cemetery of murdered smile
Where sprawling hundreds of evening-skinned children of the green-white land
Make the bartered trade for a lone child of the milk skin.

These words are the shards of crashing hearts...

Yet,
These words are the cooling breaths of f l o a t i n g  l e t t e r s
Redolent of a calming wind with fondling fingers
Tugging at the bubbling spring of flowing hope
That beckon on the planted seed of patting change,
So that the darkling sky may bloom
And the clouds muster their watery sticks
Drumming awakening beats for the slumbering growth...


WRITER'S BIO:
Yusuff Uthman Adekola, presently a student of the University of Ibadan, is a campus journalist, a poet and an essayist who believes in the correctional cum enlightening power that the pen commands. He can be reached via +2348166599760 ; adekolayusuff@gmail.com ; FB: facebook.com/adecaller01

(POETRY) A Pained Pen Speaks

Photo Source: Mjcob


A PAINED PEN SPEAKS...

What shall I write?
Shall I write a prose
Of endless fountain of words
Continuously outpouring
Like Ikogusi Cool Spring?
Shall I write a play
Of life-like exchange of words
Like Olympic relay sprinters
Pass onto one and another the baton?
Shall I write a poem
Of entangled verbiages of words
Which hone the slumbering brain
Like the whetstone does the dead sword?

Why shall I write?
Shall I write for this rocky land
Where no green grass grows
Except with growl and wriggling
Like a whip-lashed hungry angry dog;
And like a gun-sought snake
Hoping to escape deathly gunshots' kisses?

I am that pained pen
Whose ink boils but spews calm words
Cementing crumbling or cracking walls
And quelling nose-stiffening dust,
Cheerfully parading the body-calming air.

I am that pained pen
Who catapults silent shouts
Into wooly un-hearing ears
So that hearts may be soft
As the gentle mother earth.
I am that pained pen
Getting fettered flayed bleeding skins
Un-pained...


WRITER'S BIO:
Yusuff Uthman Adekola, presently a student of the University of Ibadan, is a campus journalist, a poet and an essayist who believes in the correctional cum enlightening power that the pen commands. He can be reached via +2348166599760 ; adekolayusuff@gmail.com ; FB: facebook.com/adecaller01

(POETRY) Moos: Souls Gone Soon {A Short Poem}



Moos: Souls Gone Soon

Moo... Mooo...
The voice of guns,
Silent, creepy, friend-like,
Camouflaged in the look
Of a nomad's ranch stick,
Buried in dreary cattle cries...
Dreary cries; scary cries...

Moo... And Mooo!
Blood trickling down the horns:
Fiery bloods of smothered souls smoulder,
Gently gallivanting
As weedy food across paths,
Throwing lives into hastened rest.



WRITER'S BIO:
Yusuff Uthman Adekola, presently a student of the University of Ibadan, is a campus journalist, a poet and an essayist who believes in the correctional cum enlightening power that the pen commands. He can be reached via +2348166599760 ; adekolayusuff@gmail.com ; FB: facebook.com/adecaller01

(POETRY) I KNOW WAR FOR I HAVE KNOWN WAR!



I KNOW WAR FOR I HAVE KNOWN WAR!

Phantoms of peace
Roam this land of ours
Where drips of tears
Hang around like the blinding mist
And shower smiling bitterness
Upon our slumping plants
Yellowed by the mirth-burrowing voice of war.

I have known the man called war!
I know the man called war!

On his face are scars of deadened laughter,
On his lips roam guttural words that flay the heart,
Around his body do I see fluttering feathers
Dripping of wailing blood.

I know the man called war!

Hours climbing upon hours,
With seconds stampeded by the restless feet of time,
Sprawling bodies with ousted souls
Litter all nooks of the land whose shoulders are sagged,
As heads are gulped by raging BOOMS!
And legs, gorged by roaring GBUMS!

I know the man called war!

On this wailing land,
Dreary shrieks shuffle with their saddened feet.
With majestic paces,
Agonies parade that weeping land.
And around the rubbles of the ravaged land,
Only roving wraiths of calmness bear the words on the wind's lips.

I know the man called war!

To them
Whose chests are heavied by stomping sighs;
To them
Whose minds are shrouded in tangled woes;
To them
Whose eyes are sunken by the excavated souls of their progenies;
To them;
Whose jumping hearts are garbed in billowing fear,
Deluge of showery salve shall salvage all
And we shall conquer the man called war!

WRITER'S BIO:
Yusuff Uthman Adekola, presently a student of the University of Ibadan, is a campus journalist, a poet and an essayist who believes in the correctional cum enlightening power that the pen commands. He can be reached via +2348166599760 ; adekolayusuff@gmail.com ; FB: facebook.com/adecaller01

(ARTICLE) BENUE MASSACRE AND A DIALOGUE WITH THE DEAF



BENUE MASSACRE AND A DIALOGUE WITH THE DEAF.
By: Mojoyinola Abd'Afeez


Thank you lord for giving us the best of leaders in the whole world. Thinkers, intellectuals, and the visionary leaders are those who continue to rule (I mean not ruin) us and have made us great and great again. An ingrate will deny the miraculous and amazing developments in the economic, security and the educational sectors of this country. In fact, a report has it that other world leaders like Trump have been struggling to get in touch with our president so that they can drink from his spring of ever flowing intelligence. To borrow a line from the UI anthem, he is a 'soothing spring for all who thirst…' for ingenuity . Or who will deny his ingenious approach to the crisis that is ongoing in Benue state? His deafening silence could be construed as a punishment for the atrocities committed by the Benue farmers? Yes. The farmers must pay  the price of their folly!

On January 11, 2018, it was reported by the OpuroNation.com (OpNation) that president Muhammadu Buhari, visited the burial of the victims of the attack by the Fulani herdsmen and commiserated with their families. The same Newspaper has it that, he ordered a battalion of soilders to move down to Benue state, thus to safeguard the lives of people and their properties. Why should one not believe that news? Was he not the same president that deployed troops on some eastern parts of the country when there was  agitation for the state of Biafra? Was he not the president that ordered the arrest of the Shite leader, El Zakyzaky cum his followers who were alleged to have used arm against the Nigerian Army  and disrupted the peace of Kaduna and Zaria state? Or was he not the one that stationed the headquarters of Nigerian army in Borno where the Bokoharams were feasting on the blood of the innocents? Was he not the one that sent the security operatives to Delta state when  there was vandalization of oil pipes? Then, how will Benue state be an exception?

Enough of indirectness. Nigeria is a country where tribalism thrives like a bushfire in the harmattan season. It is a personification of favouritism which is easy to find in Nigerian dictionary. Many Nigerian leaders have continued to find solace in its hut. Whenever they want people to elect them for any post, they thrust the dagger of tribalism on their throats… Vote for your brother. Do not sleep on the altar of forgetfulness that this "Iblis" or tribalism (the spirit of Evil, he who enjoys stirring up ill-feelling between individuals and the communities), has continued to steer us apart from our first day of independence. Take for instance, after six years of independence, we stood on a sprawling soil soaked in fratricidal blood. That is the evil of tribalism which the presidency wants to wear its cloak again. Should it not have been better for the president to address the issue of the killings by the Fulani herdsmen in Benue state now before peace is impossible?

Journalists and analysts have provided many solutions to the seeming unending rift between the farmers and the Fulani herdsmen but the government has turned a deaf ear. For instance, in an article written in The Nation by Professor Biodun Jeyifo titled ," First, Disarm the Herdsmen (and Famers); then Work for a Just and Honourable Peace between them", he explained that, the state should have and exercise a monopoly over the means and instruments of violence but  special cases where private companies and individual citizens are allowed or licensed by the state to carry arms for their self-protection. However, it is crystal clear that only the Fulani herdsmen have the authority and audacity to thwart this law and will not be brought to justice. Look around your community, you will see them with sword and guns. Eyes bloodied by rage.

As it was suggested by the presidency, ranching, a modern approach to cow rearing, which a country like Mexico is into, should be adopted so as to find a lasting solution to the farmer-herdmen crisis. For we should stop facing the deadly impulse of antiquity in the age of rocket science and computers. Herdsmen should not be seen as unchangeable.

What all these boil down to is that Mr President should  break the silence and embrace the solutions being proffered. If not, to paraphrase the saying of Gbanabom Hallowell, a Sierralonean poet, "our dinner tonight may come with gun wounds and our desert tongues may lick the vegetable blood…the pepper strong enough to push scorpions up our heads."

 God forbid, another civil war.

WRITER'S BIO:
Mojoyinola Abd'Afeez is a student of University of Ibadan, Department of English; a writer and campus journalist. He can be reached via mojoyinolaavicenna@gmail.com

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