THE FREEDOM OF SPACE

They fell the life down Into chopped woods and words across the fence Rose on the other root all over Ladder asking the axe to task Against the freedom of space for other usages For trees can see the sand in the wall For growing life Unlike us We hang our waste away of others’ Their forms and remains How can beautiful be outside of life The...

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THE ONE DREAM OF POETRY

The Scrub Wanted most of all to be a poet Squeezed self to school Under the tree All the words there were He learnt Finding all the meaning There was to be a tree And the Tree so high grown Became the most wanted of all The poet Could play its leaves to lyrics The face of the sun In turn the light of smile. The tree had them all for friends The...

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50 cent and the chinua Achebe

  What is the standard act to borrowing ideas, or titles from other people works for usage in whatever medium, if you ask me, this situation between Chinua Achebe  and 50 cent over  the use by the latter of  the title “THINGS FALL APART” for his latest film, bears a lot that need be learnt by all of us in the art of creativity,...

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THE COMING OF ONE STONE

Bullets homed into the hearts To find resting peace To hush down voices Casting stones in words without A need for a throwing hand To flight The destruction of the glasshouse Impregnated in the iron clothing womb Of the rock, with rockets all round Ready on the coming of one stone To return stones to litter the street With bodies And win obedience...

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In Ajegunle, Hope Lies in Rhythm and Rhyme

In a Vast Nigerian Shantytown, Hope Lies in Rhythm and Rhyme By Meghan Collins Sullivan washingtonpost.com staff writer Friday, April 6, 2007; A17 LAGOS, Nigeria -- In one of the largest slums in Africa, Papa English preaches hope through the rhythms of his music. Papa English lives and thrives in Ajegunle, where barefoot children play...

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Why I led the bloody protest in Ajegunle –A.J. Daggar Tolar BY PUNCH NEWSPAPER

A.J Dagga Tolar, poet, social activist, and secretary of the Labour and Civil Societies Coalition in Lagos State, as well as the Coordinator of the Ajegunle People‘s Movement, the group that led the recent violent protest against Police brutality and extra-judicial arrests in the area, recounts what happened on Saturday, April 3, 2010. He...

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THIS COUNTRY IS NOT A POEM

This country is a poem Is only for the heart to lie To make Art no die This country, no be place For human faces To live to love this country Na just like space For all of us to dey die My heart no go greee mek Art dey lie This country is not a poem The way they make poetry To make this country Sound good to the ear But here who cares The death of...

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Out of a Nigerian Slum, a Poet Is Born by Ofeibea Quist-Arcton

June 26, 2007 Ajegunle, a sprawling slum of about 5 million residents on the outskirts of Lagos, Nigeria's noisy and chaotic commercial capital, has a notorious reputation. Its ominous nickname is "The Jungle." Yet it represents a microcosm of Africa's most populous nation,...

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