{"id":2231,"date":"2017-11-07T13:54:44","date_gmt":"2017-11-07T13:54:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/?p=2231"},"modified":"2017-11-07T13:54:44","modified_gmt":"2017-11-07T13:54:44","slug":"crispy-satire-issue-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/crispy-satire-issue-8\/","title":{"rendered":"CRISPY SATIRE (ISSUE 8)"},"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>CRISPY SATIRE (ISSUE 8)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>TWO POEMS | EBENEZER ADARAMODU ZERRY<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>PREACHER&#8217;S DAUGHTER<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The preacher&#8217;s daughter has a relic of quid.<\/p>\n<p>Her body is an oasis of charade,<\/p>\n<p>She quibbles at the stretch of a pyramid.<\/p>\n<p>In her mouth,<\/p>\n<p>There is a wild city where wild boys<\/p>\n<p>Throw stones at the Pope.<\/p>\n<p>This is an impiety to the laws of the city.<\/p>\n<p>Oh! They said pope never sowed a seed,<\/p>\n<p>But for his fruits, how and where do they grow?<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps, he plants the seeds in his room,<\/p>\n<p>The seeds grow into trees and fruits.<\/p>\n<p>A sister clears these fruits<\/p>\n<p>When they grow wild and turn to weed,<\/p>\n<p>These are the forbidden fruits.<\/p>\n<p>In this city that has a preacher,<\/p>\n<p>A daughter will turn to a sister<\/p>\n<p>And a sister will turn to a daughter.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>SWEETENED WITH CUBES<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>For Sugar Daddies<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Catch the breathe of air<\/p>\n<p>In cool ambience.<\/p>\n<p>Be choked with dosage<\/p>\n<p>Of love,<\/p>\n<p>Of lust,<\/p>\n<p>Of ephemeral pleasures<\/p>\n<p>And be satisfied.<\/p>\n<p>Be sweetened with cubes<\/p>\n<p>Of love,<\/p>\n<p>Of lust,<\/p>\n<p>Of ephemeral pleasures<\/p>\n<p>But how can a father be sweet to his daughter?<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps, a journey into bitterness<\/p>\n<p>Drives home some sweet sense.<\/p>\n<p>This journey from good to bad<\/p>\n<p>Is only few kilometres.<\/p>\n<p>On this journey,<\/p>\n<p>You will see different stops,<\/p>\n<p>Deception is before deceit,<\/p>\n<p>Lust is before love,<\/p>\n<p>Challenge is after problems.<\/p>\n<p>Home is never far away.<\/p>\n<p>One day, home would welcome travellers<\/p>\n<p>And the journey would be far from good or bad<\/p>\n<p>For the father and daughter.<\/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<\/strong> (Zerrified Poet) is a graduate of Microbiology from Adekunle Ajasin University, Ondo State, Nigeria. His works have appeared (or are forthcoming) in Poets in Nigeria Quarterly Journal, Enkare Magazine, African Writer and Praxis Magazine. He loves photography.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>POT OF GOLD: |\u00a0Agbaakin O. Jeremiah<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>they said after1960<br \/>\nman became more sapient.<br \/>\nDouglas Engelbart followed\u00a0God<br \/>\nand weaved the oceans the wide net.<br \/>\n&amp; and many a fish\u00a0it gathered.<\/p>\n<p>like a miracle not miraculous<br \/>\nit was torn by many mad people it caught:<br \/>\nlast night online,<br \/>\ni caught a nymph \u2014<br \/>\na harlot\u00a0who asked for a fortune<br \/>\nto baptize my flesh into her slacken hive\u2014<br \/>\n$50 per round<br \/>\nas if when she hits heaven,<br \/>\nliquid gold runs\u00a0out of her walls<br \/>\ninto the sheets.<br \/>\ninto the streets.<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170622_081806_187.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2233\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/crispy-satire-issue-8\/img_20170622_081806_187\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170622_081806_187.jpg?fit=960%2C960&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"960,960\" 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=\"Agbaakin Oluwatoyosi\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170622_081806_187.jpg?fit=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170622_081806_187.jpg?fit=790%2C790&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2233 size-thumbnail\" src=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170622_081806_187-150x150.jpg?resize=150%2C150\" alt=\"Agbaakin Oluwatoyosi\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170622_081806_187.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170622_081806_187.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170622_081806_187.jpg?resize=768%2C768&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170622_081806_187.jpg?resize=350%2C350&amp;ssl=1 350w, https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170622_081806_187.jpg?w=960&amp;ssl=1 960w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/strong><strong>Agbaakin O. Jeremiah<\/strong>, a Nigerian poet and a campus editor, studies law in the University of Ibadan. He was on the shortlist of the 2017 Korea-Nigeria Poetry Prize. His works are featured on several publications.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p><strong>LETTER TO A BILLIONAIRE FRIEND |\u00a0Osuji Chisom<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Sir,<br \/>\nI grant that compared to yours my town&#8217;s<br \/>\nOut of fashion. You spend all evenings in<br \/>\nexpedition to Saturn with a bottle of<br \/>\nCheval Blanc on a spacecraft cushion.<br \/>\nThe wives won&#8217;t miss you, they have their gold<br \/>\nand limos, and maids, and whatever to keep<br \/>\nthoughts from bothering your voyage.<\/p>\n<p>Marvel at this waterfall that holds the beauty<br \/>\nOf my town where unclad children in spirited<br \/>\nLeap and puerile drama sing over brimmed<br \/>\ncalabash. Between the shade of bright mango<br \/>\nleaves you may observe as lads and maidens<br \/>\nIn hushed tones converse over the particulars<br \/>\nOf their weekends; A nightlife in a local club<br \/>\nWhere palm wine is the unbranded sister of<br \/>\nHennessy. Who cares? So long as the music<br \/>\nIs up and legs are stretching; here&#8217;s Dubai to us.<\/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>You don&#8217;t get that in your alien world. Do you?<br \/>\nYou shower in a fibreglass pool, state-of-the-art,<br \/>\nI grant that. But there is too much chlorine<br \/>\nand muratic acid blended in, and would soon<br \/>\nbloat that big-boat-belly off your expensive body.<\/p>\n<p>We have the statistics of your girlfriends<br \/>\nAnd their backseat kids. You promised<br \/>\n&#8216;Harvard&#8217; so long as they don&#8217;t yell<br \/>\n&#8216;he&#8217;s-responsible&#8217; to the headlines<br \/>\nBecause you have what you call &#8216;public<br \/>\nReputation&#8217; and &#8216;prospective elections.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s laughable how little you think of us who<br \/>\nstruggle at the nadir of life, thinking you had<br \/>\nBagged all the gold for yourself: that we are<br \/>\nBlinds who will only follow your whistles.<br \/>\nYour alien fellows will nod to that since they<br \/>\nToo are cerebrum of straws.<\/p>\n<p>But here in our &#8216;outdated&#8217; condo, comfort thrives.<br \/>\nWe&#8217;ve found joy in the ordinary life and ordinary<br \/>\nThings that glitter the heart. Hold your delis.<br \/>\nI see the smart doctors whispering &#8216;cancer.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>Too much chocolate in your system.<\/p>\n<p>NB: I&#8217;m mashing potato with fried plantain.<br \/>\nHope you like that too. Please date your reply.<\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><span class=\"il\"><strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/2017-09-13-19.54.58.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2232\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/crispy-satire-issue-8\/2017-09-13-19-54-58\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/2017-09-13-19.54.58.jpg?fit=794%2C793&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"794,793\" 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=\"2017-09-13 19.54.58\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/2017-09-13-19.54.58.jpg?fit=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/2017-09-13-19.54.58.jpg?fit=790%2C789&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2232 size-thumbnail\" src=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/2017-09-13-19.54.58-150x150.jpg?resize=150%2C150\" alt=\"Osuji Chisom\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/2017-09-13-19.54.58.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/2017-09-13-19.54.58.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/2017-09-13-19.54.58.jpg?resize=768%2C767&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/2017-09-13-19.54.58.jpg?resize=350%2C350&amp;ssl=1 350w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/2017-09-13-19.54.58.jpg?w=794&amp;ssl=1 794w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a>Osuji Chisom<\/strong> is a<\/span> graduate of Economics\u00a0in Nnamdi Azikiwe University, Awka, Anambra state, Nigeria. He spends most of his\u00a0free hours writing. He also plays the guitar and draws.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>FOR GIRLS IN COATS OF FEAR<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Your mother picked the night<br \/>\nAnd cut herself into dark halves<br \/>\nThen she found you on the other side.<\/p>\n<p>You did not remember when sleep came<br \/>\nCuddled you, and drove you faraway.<br \/>\nBut you woke bruised on a bed of stone.<br \/>\nWhat would tomorrow bring?<br \/>\nYou didn&#8217;t know because somehow, somewhere<br \/>\nYour father&#8217;s beast mode got activated, again.<\/p>\n<p>You ran to your mother&#8217;s side<br \/>\nBut she was the genesis<br \/>\nwhere everything war-like began.<br \/>\nYou hated how Africa spelt women in lowercase.<br \/>\nA sick-ster nearby fought her husband, she won.<br \/>\nYou loved her new freedom. She was a feminist.<\/p>\n<p>A boy from the senior class called you pretty.<br \/>\nHe must be different. You met love, unclad.<br \/>\nHe opened your leg \u2013 pierced and bruised you<br \/>\nYou cried, moaned, mourned, and bled.<br \/>\nBut he left. He said he touched bitterness<br \/>\nEvery time he forced his fingers inside you.<br \/>\nYou touched your breasts, held your nipples<br \/>\nand remembered how he counted blessings on them<br \/>\nIndeed, men are trash.<\/p>\n<p>Another man came, then another, and another<br \/>\nThey were all snowflakes, leaving you wet.<br \/>\nAt quarter to thirty, thirsty.<br \/>\nA man at your left brought water<br \/>\nYou drank and dragged him to your right.<br \/>\nYou called him Mr. Right and got married \u2013<br \/>\nhoe-ly matrimony.<\/p>\n<p>Years later, he returned to the left<br \/>\nwhere he belonged.<br \/>\nBut you found something before he left \u2013<br \/>\nyour living portrait.<br \/>\nYou showed her your mother&#8217;s grave<br \/>\nAnd how your fathers palm sat upon it.<br \/>\nShe has perhaps wronged him again, in heaven.<\/p>\n<p>You told her marriage is no achievement<br \/>\nBut she already had whom she found different<br \/>\nShe has become one of them \u2013<\/p>\n<p>girls in coats of fear.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/mA.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2328\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/crispy-satire-issue-8\/ma\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/mA.jpg?fit=320%2C213&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"320,213\" 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=\"mA\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/mA.jpg?fit=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/mA.jpg?fit=320%2C213&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-2328 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/mA-300x200.jpg?resize=300%2C200\" alt=\"mA\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/mA.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/mA.jpg?w=320&amp;ssl=1 320w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><strong>Micheal Ace<\/strong> is a poet, essayist and fiction\/nonfiction writer from Osun State, Nigeria. His literary works have appeared on both local and foreign blogs and journals. He is the author of \u201cSermon From A<br \/>\nStammerer\u201d, a collection of poems and \u201cScarlet Silk\u201d, a 14-poem chapbook on lust. Micheal Ace is a poet who never stops learning and exploring.\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 8) TWO POEMS | EBENEZER ADARAMODU ZERRY PREACHER&#8217;S DAUGHTER The preacher&#8217;s daughter has a relic of quid. Her body is an oasis&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2328,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[35],"tags":[90,441,114],"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1741,"url":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/crispy-satire-issue-6\/","url_meta":{"origin":2231,"position":0},"title":"CRISPY SATIRE (ISSUE 6)","date":"January 21, 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"CRISPY SATIRE (ISSUE 6) \u00a0 slayer by\u00a0Goodness\u00a0Olanrewaju\u00a0Ayoola\u00a0 \u00a0 dawn is young and daughter you must slay\u2014 \u00a0 is it true that an arena of murder runs through your thighs and men die daily? \u00a0 do you kill boys too? the ones who ride their fathers\u2019 curseS around in quick rainbows\u2026","rel":"nofollow","context":"In \"Crispy Satire\"","img":{"src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":1127,"url":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/crispy-satire-issue-3\/","url_meta":{"origin":2231,"position":1},"title":"Crispy Satire (Issue 3)","date":"May 7, 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"Crispy Satire (Issue 3) OUR ARMS ARE TROUBLED\u00a0by Obodokasi Adehtem Agbor Why do we take up cudgels and stones at our legislator? 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