{"id":1289,"date":"2016-07-10T05:46:00","date_gmt":"2016-07-10T05:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/?p=1289"},"modified":"2016-07-11T07:25:33","modified_gmt":"2016-07-11T07:25:33","slug":"crispy-satire-issue-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/crispy-satire-issue-4\/","title":{"rendered":"CRISPY SATIRE (ISSUE 4)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<!-- WP QUADS Content Ad Plugin v. 1.7.8 -->\n<div class=\"quads-location quads-ad1\" id=\"quads-ad1\" style=\"float:none;margin:0px;\">\n\n <!-- WP QUADS - Quick AdSense Reloaded v.1.7.8 Content AdSense async --> \n\n<script async data-cfasync=\"false\" src=\"\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/js\/adsbygoogle.js\"><\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" data-cfasync=\"false\">\nvar quads_screen_width = document.body.clientWidth;\nif ( quads_screen_width >= 1140 ) {\r\n\/* desktop monitors *\/\r\ndocument.write('<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\" 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[]).push({});\r\n}<\/script>\n\n <!-- end WP QUADS --> \n\n\n<\/div>\n<p><strong>CRISPY SATIRE (ISSUE 4)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>NOT MY CUP OF TEA by \u00a0John Chizoba Vincent<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>If they like let petrol be one<br \/>\nthousand Naira at the station,<br \/>\nIt is not my business, not at all<br \/>\nI will still have my tea taken<br \/>\nEvery morning with Agege bread.<\/p>\n<p>If they like let them not find<br \/>\nThe hungry budget paper,<br \/>\nIt is not my business, not at all<br \/>\nI will still have my tea taken<br \/>\nEvery morning with Agege bread.<\/p>\n<p>If they like let them create a million<br \/>\nJobs in the inland and the mainland,<br \/>\nIt is not my business, not at all, brother<br \/>\nAs far as they do not take my cup of tea<br \/>\nI will still live and drink with Agege bread.<\/p>\n<p>If they like let them feed school children<br \/>\nOne square meal per day in their hungry state,<br \/>\nSister, it is not my business to know<br \/>\nI will still have my cup of tea, sweet as breast milk<br \/>\nEvery morning with Agege bread to water down.<\/p>\n<p>If they like let them fight over the country,<br \/>\nLet them embezzle all the money here, leaving<br \/>\nThe poor with nothing to write home about,<br \/>\nIt is not my business anyway with them<br \/>\nI will still have my beautiful tea taken daily.<\/p>\n<p>If they like let PMB travel all over the world<br \/>\nIt is not my business with them at all here,<br \/>\nI will still make my tea in a brownish colour<br \/>\nAs far as my cup of tea is not taken from me<br \/>\nI will be as happy as the puppy in my world.<\/p>\n<p>If they like let them find the Chibok<br \/>\ngirls in Sambisa forest with children,<br \/>\nit is not my business to know at all<br \/>\nI will still have my cup of tea taken<br \/>\nEvery morning with Agege bread.<\/p>\n<p>If they like let them repair the roads,<br \/>\nIf they like let them bring light to us,<br \/>\nIf they like let them stock all the money<br \/>\nAbroad, it is not my business to question them<br \/>\nI will still have my cup of tea taken daily.<\/p>\n<p>I will only react when my cup is taken;<br \/>\nWhen my cup is taken from my mouth.<br \/>\nSo long they don&#8217;t take my cup of tea<br \/>\nFrom my savouring hungry mouth, I will be fine,<\/p>\n<p>let madness rule and ruin them all fool.<\/p>\n<p><img data-attachment-id=\"1152\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/tongues-of-poetry-issue-3\/12741915_975174085905657_7494679368805791299_n\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/12741915_975174085905657_7494679368805791299_n.jpg?fit=604%2C453&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"604,453\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"John Chizoba\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/12741915_975174085905657_7494679368805791299_n.jpg?fit=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/12741915_975174085905657_7494679368805791299_n.jpg?fit=604%2C453&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-1152 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/12741915_975174085905657_7494679368805791299_n-300x225.jpg?resize=300%2C225\" alt=\"John Chizoba\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/12741915_975174085905657_7494679368805791299_n.jpg?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/12741915_975174085905657_7494679368805791299_n.jpg?w=604&amp;ssl=1 604w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><strong>John Chizoba Vincent<\/strong> is a poet, novelist, actor and film director. He is from Abia state, Nigeria. He has four published books to his credit which include: Hard times, Goodmama, Letter from Home and The chicken Revolts. He is a dynamic writer who dreams to live a legacy through creativity.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nELLIPSIS by\u00a0Ojo Taiye<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>home is the beginning of silence<\/p>\n<p>a portion where papa\u2019s tongue breaks into water<\/p>\n<p>drowning songs of cicadas<\/p>\n<p>throttling whistle of birds<\/p>\n<p>we are orphaned seashells<\/p>\n<p>far from claiming hands<\/p>\n<p>that fall from the sky<\/p>\n<p>the dead live their memories with<\/p>\n<p>living ghouls<\/p>\n<!-- WP QUADS Content Ad Plugin v. 1.7.8 -->\n<div class=\"quads-location quads-ad2\" id=\"quads-ad2\" style=\"float:none;margin:0px;\">\n<script async src=\"\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/js\/adsbygoogle.js\"><\/script>\r\n<script>\r\n  (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({\r\n    google_ad_client: \"ca-pub-5983616716487778\",\r\n    enable_page_level_ads: true\r\n  });\r\n<\/script>\n<\/div>\n\n<p>who sleep-walk into red hills<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><img data-attachment-id=\"1290\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/crispy-satire-issue-4\/10887199_835369893176311_7764755153334158709_o\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/10887199_835369893176311_7764755153334158709_o.jpg?fit=683%2C849&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"683,849\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Ojo Taiye\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/10887199_835369893176311_7764755153334158709_o.jpg?fit=241%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/10887199_835369893176311_7764755153334158709_o.jpg?fit=683%2C849&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-1290 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/10887199_835369893176311_7764755153334158709_o-241x300.jpg?resize=241%2C300\" alt=\"Ojo Taiye\" width=\"241\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/10887199_835369893176311_7764755153334158709_o.jpg?resize=241%2C300&amp;ssl=1 241w, https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/10887199_835369893176311_7764755153334158709_o.jpg?w=683&amp;ssl=1 683w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 241px) 100vw, 241px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/>Ojo Taiye<\/strong> is a young Nigerian who uses poetry as a handy tool to hide his frustration with the society.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>IN THE ABUNDANCE OF RAIN<\/strong> <strong>by<\/strong>\u00a0<strong>Obaseki Fidelis<\/strong><br \/>\nin the abundance of rain<br \/>\nwe thirst for rain<br \/>\nsearching for rotten debris<br \/>\nin a cloudy sky<\/p>\n<p>in the abundance of rain<br \/>\nwagons of penury<br \/>\nstriking through our umbilical cord<br \/>\neating our intestines<br \/>\nchewing our liver<br \/>\nscraping kidneys of wealth<\/p>\n<p>in the abundance of rain<br \/>\nships of hardship<br \/>\nsucking affluence<br \/>\nplucking apple from shop rites<br \/>\nto the ghost of Sani Abacha<\/p>\n<p>in the abundance of rain<br \/>\nleadership steals<br \/>\nbrainwashing our tenacity<br \/>\nto the vultures of stupidity<\/p>\n<p>in the abundance of rain<br \/>\ni see no rain<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><img data-attachment-id=\"1291\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/crispy-satire-issue-4\/994254_397885246992214_910264907_n\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/994254_397885246992214_910264907_n.jpg?fit=209%2C313&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"209,313\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Obaseki Fidelis\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/994254_397885246992214_910264907_n.jpg?fit=200%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/994254_397885246992214_910264907_n.jpg?fit=209%2C313&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-1291 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/994254_397885246992214_910264907_n-200x300.jpg?resize=200%2C300\" alt=\"Obaseki Fidelis\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/994254_397885246992214_910264907_n.jpg?resize=200%2C300&amp;ssl=1 200w, https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/994254_397885246992214_910264907_n.jpg?w=209&amp;ssl=1 209w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/>Obaseki Fidelis<\/strong> writes from Minna, Niger State. He is a poet, a spoken word artist and an activist. He has been featured in some publications including Anthology for Teen Writers, Outpour Magazine and others.\u00a0 He is a member of the Hill Top Art Centre in Minna.\n<!-- WP QUADS Content Ad Plugin v. 1.7.8 -->\n<div class=\"quads-location quads-ad3\" id=\"quads-ad3\" style=\"float:none;margin:0px;\">\n<script async src=\"\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/js\/adsbygoogle.js\"><\/script>\r\n<script>\r\n  (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({\r\n    google_ad_client: \"ca-pub-5983616716487778\",\r\n    enable_page_level_ads: true\r\n  });\r\n<\/script>\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>CRISPY SATIRE (ISSUE 4) NOT MY CUP OF TEA by \u00a0John Chizoba Vincent If they like let petrol be one thousand Naira at the station,&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1292,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[35],"tags":[213,211,214,212,42,210],"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1312,"url":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/pin-quarterly-journal-issue-4-editors-note\/","url_meta":{"origin":1289,"position":0},"title":"PIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL (ISSUE 4)","date":"July 10, 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"PIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL (ISSUE 4) EDITOR'S NOTE The fourth issue of the PIN Quarterly Journal comes repackaged with assortments of poetic edibles traversing the beauty and inexhaustible richness of poetry. 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