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MAY FUEL SCARCITY MEET HIS FUNERAL

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Uche paid a month's wage for a gallon of kerosened-fuel ! then harried his bus to the garage where he quadrupled the regular fare. Musa shouted, "driver, this is not fair," broke Akpan fired a word-barrage, Olaid e joined the word-duel… chai! bared fangs of rage! … but to stay on payslip-page all did pay a month’s wage … curses whip bro Jonathan (“bastard,  clueless, charlatan”) as hopeful eyes rape the General: “may Fuel Scarcity meet his funeral”

EXCUSE ME ‘POET’, ARE YOU A WORD-SMITH OR A WORD-SPIT?

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Excuse my impetuous nature, but I want to ask a daring question: Are you really a poet —a word artist, or just a rambling mind, whipping a pen (keyboard) and word-spitting without word-knowledge or attempting creative finesse? I ask this question of you, yes you, that write a billion poems a day, each as watery as Malam Garba's cheap ‘shayi’ which he calls tea? When you churn out a thousand poems a day, do you really get original in any? Don't you see your repeated my metaphors, obsolete verses and over-flogged imageries? Why not take your time to actually work on one poem, get it as close to perfection as you can before moving to the next one? Why not present original images, dig into yourself and make each poem a different outpouring Why not explore the world of words so that your word-manipulation will be unique and appreciable? Why not make each poem an entity of its own, rather than make it a shadow of the last and the foetus of the next? You should

OF FALLACIES & RICHES: WRITING PROSE IS EASIER THAN WRITING POETRY

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There is this assumption that poetry is complex and prose is simple. As far as my limited experience goes, nothing is more wrong than that. A writer is a writer, struggling to make the best craft in any genre and all deserve equal respect. For about 10+ years, I’ve written prose, drama, poetry and hard news as a journalist, but nothing in those years has taught me that it’s easier being a prose writer than being a poet. Matter of fact, I have a novel I completed in 2010 and I’ve been editing for 5 solid years! Why? You have to deal with issues like plot, setting, characterization, consistency, narration and, above all, BELIEVABILITY, whether fiction or non-fiction. As a poet, what we deal with mostly is word manipulation, playing hide and seek with verses, playing god and playing artist with words, condensing and congesting artfully. Yes, that is difficult, requiring wide knowledge/experience and familiarity with words. As for me, it’s easier for me to write a poem than a

A-BULL, YET LAY-ZZZ

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A man with hands and legs Waits to scramble for dregs Spilling from a cripple's kegs! Prideful laziness! Boastful idleness! Foolish foolishness! Joblessness is not a twin Of idleness, for I have seen A man earn wages from a bin To be a-bull And yet lay-zzzz On a bed of damp hay

O GIRL, DO I KNOW YOU?

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sweet, pretty, awesome girl walking on a road, one hunky, whistling guy struts by on same road, KIS cat-walked behind them, lugging laptop load. She walked close to him, bumper to fender… He inched to the left looking not at her. like magnet to metal, she drifted to him: bump-a-bump-bump, she slammed into him! watching from behind, KIS thought they were lovers until our guy stopped – screeching in his converse: “o girl, do I know you? Commot make I pass!”

TWIST, TURN, SWEAT

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Twist, turn, sweat... Whisper, out of breath –  Tsunami follows flesh-quake: Not for love, just pleasure’s sake. Say you love me, speak your lies; Within that lie, pleasure lies Whisper, out of breath, …Twist, turn, sweat!