{"id":2012,"date":"2017-07-02T19:59:29","date_gmt":"2017-07-02T19:59:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/?p=2012"},"modified":"2017-07-05T18:25:14","modified_gmt":"2017-07-05T18:25:14","slug":"from-the-blues-issue-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/from-the-blues-issue-7\/","title":{"rendered":"FROM THE BLUES (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>FROM THE BLUES (ISSUE 7)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>SAN JOSE<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> by\u00a0Mbanefo Chibuike<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nSan Jose came years ago booming,<\/p>\n<p>To stifle the breath in the dying,<\/p>\n<p>Seismic wave sweeping the heavens and earth,<\/p>\n<p>Until mother and I were humans left beneath,<\/p>\n<p>Lost in the movement of planes, smiles lined in patches,<\/p>\n<p>Unsung heroes slept in the battle grounds.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Twelfth monthly, the wave comes,<\/p>\n<p>Mother spreads her legs, she beckons,<\/p>\n<p>Free from fear, she destroys her wall,<\/p>\n<p>For we can only conquer when we fall,<\/p>\n<p>Bloated breasts, mother is getting older,<\/p>\n<p>Humanity\u2019s hope lay in her vagina.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mother watches as I make the first thrust,<\/p>\n<p>Sobbing silently, pains lodged in my heart,<\/p>\n<p>Tears nested in her deep blue eyes,<\/p>\n<p>Droplets: sunshine ensconced in the dark skies,<\/p>\n<p>Hung so low like pregnant mother,<\/p>\n<p>Gloomy, strange messages they deliver.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Standing at the feet of fresh graves \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Yearly, lugging hopefully without trails,<\/p>\n<p>Again there are two of us: I and Mother,<\/p>\n<p>Slowly, mother slips into coma;<\/p>\n<p>Traumatised, she has failed to conceive,<\/p>\n<p>Winged-wave wheels high above.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Locked beneath, eyes coloured with relief,<\/p>\n<p>Face bleached with darkness; a year left in grief;<\/p>\n<p>Laden with sudden energy before\u00a0midnight,<\/p>\n<p>When San Jose is known to visit;<\/p>\n<p>Enshrouded mother opens her deep blue eyes,<\/p>\n<p>Like a man marooned, the wave guffaws.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/San-Jose.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2130\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/from-the-blues-issue-7\/san-jose\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/San-Jose.jpg?fit=1813%2C2013&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1813,2013\" 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=\"San Jose\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/San-Jose.jpg?fit=270%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/San-Jose.jpg?fit=790%2C877&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2130 size-thumbnail\" src=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/San-Jose-150x150.jpg?resize=150%2C150\" alt=\"San Jose\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/San-Jose.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/San-Jose.jpg?resize=350%2C350&amp;ssl=1 350w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/San-Jose.jpg?zoom=2&amp;resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/San-Jose.jpg?zoom=3&amp;resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 450w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a>Mbanefo Chibuike, <\/strong>a lover of poetry and prose, was born in 1995 and brought up at Awka in Anambra State. He was educated at Nnamdi Azikiwe University Nursery and Primary School, and Unizik High School, Awka. He is a 400-level student of Federal University of Technology Owerri, Imo State.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>MY FIVE-FIVE-FINGERS<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> by Martins Tomisin Olusola<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I<br \/>\nMy five-five-fingers of my hands<br \/>\nZestfully lived in serenity.<br \/>\nThe three thrill fingers of my right hand:<br \/>\nThumb, index finger and middle finger<br \/>\nStoutly lived amongst her brothers:<br \/>\nThey rested gleefully upon the placid,<br \/>\nSHARP-SABLE-POINTED-DART.<\/p>\n<p>II<br \/>\nSharp-sable-pointed-dart;<br \/>\nPerched in the midst of the three thrill fingers<br \/>\nAnd laid rest upon the hungry, virgin dusky-sheet,<br \/>\nWhich sprawled bear flat on the glossy desk.<br \/>\nThe glossy desk accompanying the earth<br \/>\nThe earth accompanying its depth.<\/p>\n<p>III<br \/>\nThe other two fingers of my right hand:<br \/>\nRing finger and little finger<br \/>\nCalmly leisure, plopped on the hungry, virgin dusky-sheet<br \/>\nAnd lent ears to the sharp-sable-pointed-dart,<br \/>\nSharp-sable-pointed-dart,<br \/>\nMuttering vignettes of yesterday<br \/>\nMuttering vignettes of today<br \/>\nMuttering vignettes of tomorrow.<br \/>\nUpon the glossy desk<br \/>\nMy five fingers of my left hand, too, laid,<br \/>\nAnd eyeballed the sharp-sable-pointed-dart,<br \/>\nMuttering deep thoughts.<\/p>\n<p>IV<br \/>\nLook,<br \/>\nAll you who waded through lines:<br \/>\nAll you who unearthed the heart<br \/>\nOf this Earth, hunting for treasures<br \/>\nPore over my ten fingers.<br \/>\nMy ten fingers,<br \/>\nAs pure as a full virgin moon.<br \/>\nI have dunked deep my five fingers<br \/>\nOf my right hand with my progenitors<br \/>\nIn a bowl of sweet dishes<br \/>\nAnd nibbled singed YAMS amidst<br \/>\nthe thriving vegetables.<\/p>\n<p>V<br \/>\nBut my forefinger of my left hand<br \/>\nHas never been raised above<br \/>\nTo curse the heavens<br \/>\nNever been raised up<br \/>\nTo pinpoint my progenitors&#8217; homeland<br \/>\nNever has it tasted any depravity<br \/>\nAnd never would it be licked<br \/>\nOr bitten by savage butchers<br \/>\nWho loved to fatten themselves on murder<br \/>\nAnd gratified their heart with<br \/>\nJuicy cup of blood and gore.<\/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><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170701_104404-1.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2072\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/from-the-blues-issue-7\/img_20170701_104404-2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170701_104404-1.jpg?fit=859%2C886&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"859,886\" 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_20170701_104404\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170701_104404-1.jpg?fit=291%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170701_104404-1.jpg?fit=790%2C815&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2072 size-thumbnail\" src=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170701_104404-1-150x150.jpg?resize=150%2C150\" alt=\"IMG_20170701_104404\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170701_104404-1.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170701_104404-1.jpg?resize=350%2C350&amp;ssl=1 350w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170701_104404-1.jpg?zoom=2&amp;resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_20170701_104404-1.jpg?zoom=3&amp;resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 450w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a>Martins Tomisin Olusola\u00a0<\/strong>is a student of Olabisi Onabanjo University, Ago-Iwoye, Ogun State where his poems have earned him recognition and awards.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>THE GOLDEN BANGLE<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>by Ebenezer Adaramodu Zerry<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The\u00a0<em>Zueen<\/em>\u00a0of my heart<\/p>\n<p>With many desires<\/p>\n<p>Only cares about her attires<\/p>\n<p>Every outfit ascertain a hit<\/p>\n<p>My mind expresses the cupid&#8217;s kindness to complement it<\/p>\n<p>But a mystery in forbearance to unravel<\/p>\n<p>Gives a signal to an indifferent mind<\/p>\n<p>Tried many a time, to bury any rift<\/p>\n<p>The last time we were on it<\/p>\n<p>She made promises of being rooted to my heart<\/p>\n<p>But this time, like the sky, her mind was made-up<\/p>\n<p>Her mind wasn&#8217;t on a straight line<\/p>\n<p>Either, was I thinking straight by measurement of life<\/p>\n<p>On a different line,<\/p>\n<p>By myself, I was able to pick up<\/p>\n<p>And all I could utter was: &#8220;What do you want?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Alas! She kept mute to the request for a bounty<\/p>\n<p>The silence in possession contradicts her calmness,<\/p>\n<p>Her ineptitude in emotional trauma jailed<\/p>\n<p>She couldn&#8217;t blink an eye so idle<\/p>\n<p>But then, she smiled<\/p>\n<p>A kind of smile an inmate gives when set free<\/p>\n<p>Set free?<\/p>\n<p>Yea, she got her liberty<\/p>\n<p>And with a lightning bolt<\/p>\n<p>She gave a reply, &#8220;Golden Bangle.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Confused like a pensioner on\u00a0<em>Duduria<\/em>\u00a0Island<\/p>\n<p>A rephrased answer tethered like a question &#8211; &#8220;Golden Bangle?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yea, Golden Bangle,&#8221; she said.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Golden Bangle; that&#8217;s one of her heart desires<\/p>\n<p>To express my cupid&#8217;s kindness<\/p>\n<p>I did go extra mile to get her all she ever wanted.<\/p>\n<p>Though, the road was patchy and rough<\/p>\n<p>I toddled, wobbled,<\/p>\n<p>And still made a smooth ride<\/p>\n<p>Wailing wailers on the highway<\/p>\n<p>Unbridled mouths with zero volume-down<\/p>\n<p>Littered the pedestrian way<\/p>\n<p>As noisy as parrots<\/p>\n<p>All were inimical<\/p>\n<p>All were irreverent<\/p>\n<p>All, I ignored<\/p>\n<p>And after so much haggle, daggle with the baggle<\/p>\n<p>Finally, I bought her a Golden Bangle<\/p>\n<p>She was so excited like a\u00a0<em>Yaro<\/em>\u00a0with a &#8216;<em>Masa<\/em>&#8216;<\/p>\n<p>And she said, &#8220;Thank you\u00a0<em>Zing<\/em>, any word?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>With a great aplomb, I said, &#8220;<em>Zueen<\/em>, in this sphere,<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve done several battles,<\/p>\n<p>And never ever lost<\/p>\n<p>If need I battle again like a tinder<\/p>\n<p>Then, it must be for your love<\/p>\n<p>My heart blazes for you like fire<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t bother gather the flames<\/p>\n<p>The Golden Bangle was made from it,<\/p>\n<p>And I hope it complements your next outfit.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>In my mind, it\u2019s so crystal clear,<\/p>\n<p>I have satisfied her heart desire<\/p>\n<p>More words, zero rift.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>*Zueen<\/em>: Writer&#8217;s expression for Queen<\/p>\n<p>*<em>Duduria<\/em>\u00a0Island: Writer&#8217;s expression for a country<\/p>\n<p>*<em>Masa<\/em>: Maize cake made in Northern Nigeria<\/p>\n<p>*<em>Yaro<\/em>: Hausa language for a child<\/p>\n<p>*<em>Zing<\/em>: Writer&#8217;s expression for King<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Ebenezer-Adaramodu-Zerry.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2033\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/spoken-waves-issue-7\/ebenezer-adaramodu-zerry\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Ebenezer-Adaramodu-Zerry.jpg?fit=340%2C241&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"340,241\" 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=\"Ebenezer Adaramodu Zerry\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Ebenezer-Adaramodu-Zerry.jpg?fit=300%2C213&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Ebenezer-Adaramodu-Zerry.jpg?fit=340%2C241&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-2033 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Ebenezer-Adaramodu-Zerry-300x213.jpg?resize=300%2C213\" alt=\"Ebenezer Adaramodu Zerry\" width=\"300\" height=\"213\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Ebenezer-Adaramodu-Zerry.jpg?resize=300%2C213&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/Ebenezer-Adaramodu-Zerry.jpg?w=340&amp;ssl=1 340w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a>Ebenezer Adaramodu Zerry (Zerrified Poet<\/strong>) is a graduate of Microbiology from Adekunle Ajasin University, lives in Lagos. Aside from being a suave writer with an impeccable diction, he loves to get nice exposure with his camera lens.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n\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>FROM THE BLUES (ISSUE 7) SAN JOSE by\u00a0Mbanefo Chibuike San Jose came years ago booming, To stifle the breath in the dying, Seismic wave sweeping&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2072,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[346],"tags":[420,341,379,431,419,114],"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":4265,"url":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/we-dont-kill-hungry-boys-a-poetic-analysis-of-mbanefo-chibuikes-a-lagos-of-burnt-boys-by-ebubechukwu-bruno-nwagbo\/","url_meta":{"origin":2012,"position":0},"title":"We Don't Kill Hungry Boys: A Poetic Analysis of Mbanefo Chibuike's \"A Lagos of Burnt Boys\" by Ebubechukwu Bruno Nwagbo","date":"July 22, 2020","format":false,"excerpt":"A LAGOS OF BURNT BOYS | Mbanefo Chibuike I let him break my throat setting the words free \u2013 it was when I saw a mob break a boy into chunks of memories. The words were him, \"The Boy\" coming out to bruises and stench of blood, wanting to hide\u2026","rel":"nofollow","context":"In \"Poetic Insight\"","img":{"src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":3384,"url":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/pin-to-celebrate-winners-of-food-poetry-contest-in-lagos\/","url_meta":{"origin":2012,"position":1},"title":"PIN to Celebrate Winners of Food Poetry Contest in Lagos","date":"July 21, 2019","format":false,"excerpt":"Poets in Nigeria, organizers of the prestigious PIN Food Poetry Contest, have announced their intention to celebrate winners of the fifth edition of the food-themed prize at a book unveiling event of the President of the organization, Mr. Eriata Oribhabor. 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