{"id":2009,"date":"2017-07-02T20:47:19","date_gmt":"2017-07-02T20:47:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/?p=2009"},"modified":"2017-07-02T20:47:19","modified_gmt":"2017-07-02T20:47:19","slug":"the-cradle-issue-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/the-cradle-issue-7\/","title":{"rendered":"THE CRADLE (ISSUE 7)"},"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\" style=\"display:block;\" data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-5983616716487778\" data-ad-slot=\"\" ><\/ins>');\r\n(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\r\n}if ( quads_screen_width >= 1024  && quads_screen_width < 1140 ) {\r\n\/* tablet landscape *\/\r\ndocument.write('<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\" style=\"display:block;\" data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-5983616716487778\" data-ad-slot=\"\" ><\/ins>');\r\n(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\r\n}if ( quads_screen_width >= 768  && quads_screen_width < 1024 ) {\r\n\/* tablet portrait *\/\r\ndocument.write('<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\" style=\"display:block;\" data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-5983616716487778\" data-ad-slot=\"\" ><\/ins>');\r\n(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\r\n}if ( quads_screen_width < 768 ) {\r\n\/* phone *\/\r\ndocument.write('<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\" style=\"display:block;\" data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-5983616716487778\" data-ad-slot=\"\" ><\/ins>');\r\n(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\r\n}<\/script>\n\n <!-- end WP QUADS --> \n\n\n<\/div>\n<p><strong>THE CRADLE (ISSUE 7)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>MY SUNSET, FULL OF DAWN<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>by\u00a0Balogun Olabode<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>that day my father called me in<br \/>\nand muttered i&#8217;d be really travelling;<br \/>\nhis words painted a pale-rural city,<br \/>\ni emptied a reservoir of tears from my eyes.<\/p>\n<p>that sacred night my mother talked to me<br \/>\nhinting how i had sunk in illness, gaunt me!<br \/>\nstunned i was, as when crisis just arrived<br \/>\nno panacea dwelt in my brainy archive.<\/p>\n<p>that\u00a0noon\u00a0green govt. made a clarion call<br \/>\ndeclaring of my wanted service in kaduna<br \/>\nboko haram! echoed from heart&#8217;s megaphone<br \/>\nhow seeming-rosy life can be full of thorns!<\/p>\n<p>but amidst this ocean of ripples, is this maid<br \/>\nthis rare rosy damsel, with great braids<br \/>\nwho refreshes my sunset into cool dawn<br \/>\nand makes my morning bloom in fun.<\/p>\n<p>when innocent souls sleep, i am thinking:<br \/>\nnot of pale pictures of illness, but kaduna&#8217;s musing<br \/>\nher sight alone is a dictionary of romantic words<br \/>\ni read her like a poetic novel of symphonic world!<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170407_114352188-2.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2063\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/the-cradle-issue-7\/img_20170407_114352188-2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170407_114352188-2.jpg?fit=268%2C277&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"268,277\" 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=\"IMG_20170407_114352188-2\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170407_114352188-2.jpg?fit=268%2C277&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170407_114352188-2.jpg?fit=268%2C277&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2063 size-thumbnail\" src=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170407_114352188-2-150x150.jpg?resize=150%2C150\" alt=\"IMG_20170407_114352188-2\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Balogun Olabode<\/strong> hails from Agege in Lagos State.\u00a0 As a lover of art, he writes, sings and drafts drawings. He&#8217;s an SSS 2 student at Life Academy, Iyesi Ota, in Ogun State. He&#8217;s an upcoming novelist and Poet Olajuwon Joseph Olumide, his Literature &amp; English teacher, edits his works.<br \/>\n***<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>EDEN&#8217;S GATE<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> by\u00a0Osalam Wosu<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Upon your beauty thus I do gaze<\/p>\n<p>Wrapped in each other; a perfect maze<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m stung by your love; oh yes I am smitten<\/p>\n<p>You woo me with eyes, cute as a kitten\u2019s<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There are no worries when my head on your bosom lies<\/p>\n<p>All thoughts of the world and fear in my heart dies<\/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>My lips and yours can make perfect magic<\/p>\n<p>But when they do part it&#8217;s none short of tragic<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The feel of your skin on mine is perfection<\/p>\n<p>On your neck I lay kisses to get all attention<\/p>\n<p>You yearn for me so, you can&#8217;t spell rejection<\/p>\n<p>In this we are together, no room for defection<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Into your very being I want a glance<\/p>\n<p>The journey puts you into a trance<\/p>\n<p>From gradual strokes to a high tempo prance<\/p>\n<p>Trust me, this ain&#8217;t my last dance<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I lose my soul in this exercise<\/p>\n<p>I will take what I want; I&#8217;ll be precise<\/p>\n<p>You speak a lot by being concise<\/p>\n<p>My body for you will suffice<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>An angel at Eden&#8217;s gate; no way through<\/p>\n<p>Only a peek into paradise I offer you<\/p>\n<p>Euphoria by midnight is long overdue<\/p>\n<p>The inferno within you burns so bright and true<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>From the ashes you emerge; a smile on your face<\/p>\n<p>This test of pleasure I passed with an ace<\/p>\n<p>To prove my dominion against all others in the race<\/p>\n<p>To give you a peek into Eden; that lovely place<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170321_211336_409.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2040\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/spoken-waves-issue-7\/img_20170321_211336_409\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170321_211336_409.jpg?fit=2448%2C3264&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"2448,3264\" 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=\"IMG_20170321_211336_409\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170321_211336_409.jpg?fit=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170321_211336_409.jpg?fit=768%2C1024&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-2040 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170321_211336_409-225x300.jpg?resize=225%2C300\" alt=\"IMG_20170321_211336_409\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170321_211336_409.jpg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170321_211336_409.jpg?resize=768%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170321_211336_409.jpg?w=1580&amp;ssl=1 1580w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170321_211336_409.jpg?w=2370&amp;ssl=1 2370w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a>Osalam Wosu<\/strong> was born in 1996 in Port Harcourt, Nigeria. He is currently studying Chemical engineering in the Federal University of Technology, Owerri. His first scrapbook <em>Supernal Mind<\/em> is forthcoming.\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>THE CRADLE (ISSUE 7) MY SUNSET, FULL OF DAWN by\u00a0Balogun Olabode that day my father called me in and muttered i&#8217;d be really travelling; his&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2040,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[346],"tags":[417,379,418,114,255],"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2079,"url":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/pin-quarterly-journal-issue-7-editors-note\/","url_meta":{"origin":2009,"position":0},"title":"PIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL (ISSUE 7): EDITOR'S NOTE","date":"July 2, 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"PIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL (ISSUE 7) EDITOR\u2019S NOTE \u00a0 Creativity, like rainfall, could be cyclical; and at certain times, torrential. 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