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SPOTLIGHT: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson with 'What Can Words Do?' (by Seun Odukoya)

'What Can Words Do?' cover Poetry. Poetry. Poetry. Beyond a doubt the art form is experiencing a resurgence like nothing before. Is it coincidence that the NLNG Prize decided this year (2013) to reward poets (congratulations to Tade Ipadeola, winner)? Following in the line of Iquo Diana Abasi Eke (Symphony of Becoming, NLNG Prize Nominee) & Su’eddie Agema (Bring Our Caskets Home who also has a blurb on this book), Orange Crush Prize for Poetry 2012 Winner Kukogho Iruesiri Samson conversly asks the question ‘What Can Words Do?’ In this tale… cold ovens bake bread, earth fights itself, tongues fool thumbs, men chew seeds of discord, they forget how to live. There, a poet finds himself, facing death with tears, he looks love in the eyes …and finds God. It is hard not to wonder what informed the above – and then wonder; indeed, how dough would become bread without heat?


Of what use are words if they cant blunt swords As poets, of what use are we if words trouble not Evil's sea? ~ Brainypoet

WHAT CAN WORDS DO?: A Fan’s Appraisal (by Ola Writes)

Copies of the best-selling collection of social poems   'What Can Words Do?' T's my own view About What Can Words Do? T's Not a review Of What Can Words Do? .................................... "A golden drop of water Mixed with the turbulent wave Remains conspicuous in the wave As such can't hide under no cover." Reading the anthology ‘What Can Words Do? ’ is the same as taking a physical walk with the Author Kukogho I. Samson , seeing through his eyes, and at the same time, aligning my thought with his – including his sighs. The "Have I Understood?" question that comes with most poetry collections does not arise in ‘What Can Words Do?’ because.... What I hear sounds as my own voice; What I read (though not mine) looks like my own written words; What I feel, is like my own undiluted emotion. ‘What Can Words Do?’ the title of the book, is a question that stirs the reader, forcing him/her to ponder what the words he/she has read, did

GEJ'S NATIONAL COME-FRIENDS (political ramblings)

The binding cords are strained And each of us is much pained Hungry locusts parade our land As divided we chose to stand Each has in anger thrown rocks Each coined words with which he mocks Each plotted the others to depose His choices, on others, to impose So let's go to GEJ's come-friends Or is are we enemies- Each pretends? Perhaps there we'll find our path To reconnect our errant hearts Brothers, its time to sit and talk Lets chew reconciliation's stalk


We are in the middle of no place: Darkness. Hunger. Death. Lootings. Lost, our steps we can't retrace! Didn't the journey start with no map? We asked him to lead, that had no shoes. Now you all want to give him a slap! But is it enough to complain? Did we not freely thumb him there? We did. So let's enjoy the pain And for you that seek a change Gather together, let's make an army For we draw near Doom's range


Your life is no experiment Nor a dress rehearsal What you daily implement Is without reversal


Kukogho Iruesiri Samson with a copy of his book 'What Can Words Do?' KUKOGHO IRUESIRI SAMSON is the author of the recently published poetry book, 'What Words Can Do?', and the founder of a social poetry movement, @WRRPoetry (Words Rhymes & Rhythm) . In this engaging interview with Lucius Ndimele of BookRepublic, he sheds more light on his poetry and what words can really do. BR: Congratulations on the recent unveiling of your poetry collection 'what can words do', how does it feel being a published poet? Well, the initial euphoria of being a published poet does not stay long after you first see the printed book in your hands - that is actually when you feel elated. Beyond that point, for me especially, I just want to move to the next thing - the next book, a novel which was meant to come before 'What Can Words Do?' BR: So really, what can words do? Anyone would be able to answer that question without batting an eyelid given that ever

WHAT CAN WORDS DO?: A personal review by Moses C. Opara

' What Can Words Do? ' author Kukogho at the public presentation of the book on Sept. 27 2013 in Abuja. TITLE: WHAT CAN WORDS DO? (a collection of poems) AUTHOR: Kukogho I. Samson ( @BrainyPoet ) PUBLISHER:  Parresia Publishers (Origami) PAGES: 84 REVIEWER: Moses Chibueze Opara Kukogho Samson Iruesiri has always got many words in his heart to share, a writer of altruistic character and gregarious nature, who has in an enormous way been of great influence to many poets and writers, leading them into the art of self-discovery.... w e have come this far with a hungry heart, out from the shells of this polluted siege to sniff the breath of fresh air they promised to share. we sit upon the breast of our deceived heart chewing the bitter-kola we brought from the north our teary eye blinked like that of the mad men and women  in the market square of poverty. chasing birds hung on a sprouting tree we hug the cold night with hands stained with struggles

WHAT CAN WORDS DO?: a Review by Prof. Gbenga Ibileye

Author Kukogho Iruesiri Samson and a copy of 'What Can Words Do?'   TITLE: What Can Words Do? AUTHOR: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson PUBLISHER: Origami Books, Lagos   PAGES: 84  REVIEWER: Prof. Gbenga Ibileye, Federal University Lokoja ( Long before the descent to anarchy which the war of the West against terrorism in the Middle East, and especially the Iraqi War of the 1990s signalled, poetry and poets had always been actively engaged in the war of conscience which talked courageously to power where even mighty men feared to raise their sword. In this tradition of poetic and literary activism was Yeast who had as a Senator in the legislature of the Republic of Ireland rejected the aestheticism of "art for art’s sake," declaring, "Literature must be the expression of conviction, and be the garment of noble emotion, and not an end in itself. "Similarly, Auden’s poem—an elegy for Yeats—concludes by exhorting the poet to "follow righ


Cowards and beasts Wield knives and fists At woman bound She makes pleading sounds But they are mute Evil bloodless brutes! 'Scriptures they are mumbling Knife is cutting Blood is flowing A female soul is floating!


Men have become beasts Angry tongue, swinging fists Wasteful, drunken, anger led Foolish, godless, penis led Father seeds daughter's womb Groom puts wife in tomb Grandpa raids young hymen Sins of the sons of men?!


Don't leave politics for liars and fools Don't leave to thieves the nation's purse Else we have to eat their smelly stools When they've looted us off-course !

WHAT CAN WORDS DO?: a review by Judd-Leonard Okafor

Imagine a bag of lettered tiles in your hands, along with freedom to form any number of words you wish—no rules, no restrictions. With Samson Kukogho, the world is at your beck and call. “Words can do everything, from the beginning of the world,” he says. “Everything we do—discussion, contract, marriage, transactions. When you marry, you ask ‘will you marry me?’ When you sentence someone or testify against someone, it is with words.” His first book What Can Words do? launched last week in Abuja, follows strongly on the power of words. The title is a “veiled announcement” of Kukogho’s commitment to his poetry, wrote Prof Gbenga Ibileye of Federal University, Lokoja’s department of English, in his review of the book. He also called it a “conviction that words in poetry can indeed do much to engender change and project the inner cravings of the poet.” Kukogho didn’t give deep thought to cravings along those line when the letter tiles of the scrabble that is his book began


Mirror, mirror, please tell me Which is the damnedest land of all Whose land is as rich as  its people are poor Whose leaders, amongst thieves, stand bold, tall And In toast to Death’s health, blood they daily pour Mirror, mirror, please tell me Where would I see a fool at 53 Who was once a slave of strange men Whose limbs are now bound to an imaginary tree And veiled demons make his envied garden a killing den Mirror, mirror, please tell me Why brothers should be at war While strangers loot their inheritance Why the one locks against the other his door And they slaughter Peace before he gets a chance