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Vive Adesina, Vive NOI, Vive GEJ, Vive le Nigeria


“Nigeria got a lift, and was on everybody’s lips. When Adesina was announced, he beckoned for Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala to come, and they hugged, he said she is his elder sister, who has done so much for his success. Truly, NOI was the giant that did the negotiations.
For the first time in a long time, I shed tears of joy for Nigeria.I wish we have more of such occasions.It was such a moving sight for me, nobody was talking about whether you are Igbo, Fulani, Hausa or Yoruba, it was Nigerians………
I was so fulfilled by the success of another…..
… could be this beautiful…..
Job done.Packing my stuff, nothing else to do here in Abidjan, waiting for the next Air Cote d’ Ivoire flight to Lagos, to go and queue for fuel again.” Kelechi Deca

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Lenses, prisms and prisons!

Nikki Skies

This is the day the newly established homeless man stripped down to his underwear in the laundry mat and pleaded with the children to stop laughing at him because it was all he had and at least he kept it clean…

This is for my nervousness when I see a shuffled haired white man in the post office with a large duffel bag…
This is me realizing this is how white women must feel when she passes a black man on the street…

This smile is for the day my nephew put his new football on the phone for me to talk to it
then left the room
This is me imagining what his 11 month old sister thought when she walked in the room and had to choose between a football or a telephone yelling her name…

This is in spite of my prayers for love I think he’s…

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Grandmama knew God

Remembering…sweet nostalgia.

Nikki Skies

I’m remembering when God let neighbors smack your hand for stealing
when God had you squealin’ cause Grandmama pinched you under the armpit
Sit still in church / Cross your legs / is what she told you the first four times

Grandmama knew all that and more!
I’m remembering God being there
Broke ankle / sprained back / cracked finger bone / car wreck
stealing hearts
She would whisper, “thank you God, you’re still here”

I remember
when I found homemade hooch in the cellar
and decided to take a sip or two
God was there / so Grandmama knew!
she washed it down with a capful of castor oil
I never did that again.

Grandmama knew God
I remember.

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for daughters and mothers

Great piece. A must read for all women!

Nikki Skies

For daughters who hate mothers for
not being Grandma
For mothers who hate daughters
Cause she thinks she know it all
If only they’d not played with baby dolls
maybe both wouldn’t be disappointed
with Reality.

This is for the daughters from mothers
Who are now mothers of daughters
That meet at the shore of unforgiving
whose hearts are prematurely laid to rest
Tomb stone reading.. fear

This is for mothers who hate daughters for being just like them
This is for daughters who hate mothers for not teaching them any better
For mothers with old tricks that no longer separate the sun from recycled patio air
For daughters with paper doll necks held upright with duct taped thoughts of suicide
both parked on one way streets without life’s permission to do so
…faces marked hourly with tears

This is for way too tired mothers
Who have true dreams of…

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Noel Ihebuzor
Truth looks on

darts in her eyes

impressed by our eloquence
bemused by our biases
irked by our piteous arguments
puny, puerile
rankled raw by our ragged rationalisations
still she remains silent
silent but sad as again
she recalls the deafness
of a world people by vain mortals
sorrowful, yet hopeful,
she surveys our clumsy
sheep led by gain gaits
our eyes fixed on stash
vision lulled and dulled
by the lure of lucre
as all logic is locked away
facts blended by simple reason
is now branded as sinful treason
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Ikhide loves Pablo Neruda

Ikhide at his irrepressible best!

Pa Ikhide

Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart is the most romantic novel ever in the history of mankind. Tears run down my cheeks whenever I remember the only love scene in the book. It lasted exactly 30 seconds from when Okonkwo swept his bride onto his arms to the glorious end when he growled, “Oya go cook peppersoup or I will use your skull to drink palmwine!” Achebe’s famous words are engraved in the canon of great literature: “Even in those days, Okonkwo was a man of few words.”

That was before the white man came with his wahala, declaring African men savages because they don’t coo “I love you!” to their wives. In Chukwuemeka Ike’s The Potter’s Wheel the character Obu declares his love for Margaret by giving her six plump sautéed delicacies he had caught under a lamp post. They were thoughtfully wrapped in the sports section of the Daily…

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