{"id":2247,"date":"2017-11-07T13:18:52","date_gmt":"2017-11-07T13:18:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/?p=2247"},"modified":"2017-11-07T13:18:52","modified_gmt":"2017-11-07T13:18:52","slug":"special-contribution-i-issue-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/special-contribution-i-issue-8\/","title":{"rendered":"SPECIAL CONTRIBUTION I (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>SPECIAL CONTRIBUTION I (ISSUE 8)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>THREE POEMS | PROFESSOR CHRISTIAN ANIEKE<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>MALAPHORS <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>In a world of tasteless language and prostituted expressions<\/p>\n<p>Malaphors are good friends of writers<\/p>\n<p>Natural flow of words is blocked<\/p>\n<p>To create Frankenstein monstrosities.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I have seen ingenuity in a well-packaged excrement<\/p>\n<p>I have seen the beauty of ugliness celebrated in the media<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So why not raise our Champagne glasses to drink to the health of malaphors<\/p>\n<p>And applaud the creativity of disjointed bones?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It is an elephantine task to join unconnected ideas<\/p>\n<p>There is also brilliance in eating wine and drinking bread<\/p>\n<p>Pure intelligence in spilling the beans to spoil the child<\/p>\n<p>Since a genius finds natural order in chaos!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But must precious energy be spent in emptying an ocean to create another?<\/p>\n<p>What gain accrues from marrying ideas that are safer as singles?<\/p>\n<p>What is the profit from killing creative expressions to bring forth monsters?<\/p>\n<p>Where is human ingenuity where gold is thrown into a pit of garbage?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>THEY RAPED ME<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Century after century<\/p>\n<p>Pastors with fiery evangelical zeal<\/p>\n<p>Businessmen and administrators<\/p>\n<p>Races of all sizes and dispositions<\/p>\n<p>Fought over my body and soul.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They seduced me<\/p>\n<p>They bribed me<\/p>\n<p>They abused me<\/p>\n<p>They robbed me<\/p>\n<p>And they raped me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>For sixty years or more<\/p>\n<p>I struggled for my escape<\/p>\n<p>Free from tangled hands and legs<\/p>\n<p>Free from poisoned drinks and books<\/p>\n<p>Free from poisoned kisses.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I struggled out of their Grendel-grip<\/p>\n<p>Hands decked with sours<\/p>\n<p>Legs shaking with fear and hate<\/p>\n<p>Brain brimming o&#8217;er with rattling thoughts<\/p>\n<p>Head to foot all dirt and blood!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Still not long afterwards another fellow invaded me<\/p>\n<p>He came with words &#8220;freedom&#8221;, &#8221; democracy&#8221;, &#8221; human rights&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>His words fired my soul soaked in religion<\/p>\n<p>He lured me to his white-painted home<\/p>\n<p>And he raped me!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I escaped or so I thought<\/p>\n<p>And now a huge fellow from the East<\/p>\n<p>He does not smile<\/p>\n<p>Or he cannot smile<\/p>\n<p>Or his culture abhors smiling.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He comes with renminbi<\/p>\n<p>He builds bridges<\/p>\n<p>He builds schools<\/p>\n<p>He gives me baijiu<\/p>\n<p>He presses his body against my fragile body<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Is he raping me?<\/p>\n<p>I am confused:<\/p>\n<p>Am I being raped or not?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>ECOPHENOMENA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>You cried and I cried<\/p>\n<p>You yawned and I yawned<\/p>\n<p>You laughed and I laughed<\/p>\n<p>You clapped and I clapped<\/p>\n<p>This is ecophenomena!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But why do I echo your actions?<\/p>\n<p>Why does the oak tree of my identity bend?<\/p>\n<p>Why does my tummy rumble when yours drums?<\/p>\n<p>Did we eat the same primordial soup at the night of creation?<\/p>\n<p>Are we the fruit of the same semen<\/p>\n<p>and ova from a forgotten primordial intercourse?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Now I see why dictators triumph<\/p>\n<p>Now I guess why fanatics are applauded<\/p>\n<p>Now I understand mass suicide<\/p>\n<p>Now I see the roots of human bonding<\/p>\n<p>This is ecophenomena!<\/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>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Social media experts and users understand it<\/p>\n<p>Politicians build their empire on it<\/p>\n<p>Pastors and fiery preachers know its power<\/p>\n<p>Orators aim their love arrows at its heart<\/p>\n<p>This is ecophenomena!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As scientists tumble over heaps of research<\/p>\n<p>Let me say this: we are held inescapably by the hands of ecophenomena!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/vc.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2157\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/special-contributor-ii-issue-7\/vc\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/vc.jpg?fit=296%2C253&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"296,253\" 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=\"Christian Anieke\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/vc.jpg?fit=296%2C253&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/vc.jpg?fit=296%2C253&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-2157 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/vc.jpg?resize=296%2C253\" alt=\"Christian Anieke\" width=\"296\" height=\"253\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>Very Rev. Fr. Prof. Christian Anieke<\/strong>, born 1<sup>st<\/sup> October 1965, is a Nigerian Roman Catholic priest and Vice Chancellor of Godfrey Okoye University, Enugu, Nigeria. Ordained a priest in 2000, Christian is a professor of English Language and Studies. He became the founding Vice Chancellor of Godfrey Okoye University, an institution owned by the Catholic Diocese of Enugu in Nigeria, in 2009.<\/p>\n<p>Christian Anieke\u2019s studies and research in Philosophy, Biblical Theology, English and American Studies and English Language has seen him study in Urban University, Rome; the University of Innsbruck, Austria; Bath Language School, Stratford-upon-Avon; Oxford University; and the University of Muenster. He has a B.Sc. in Education and English from the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. At the University of Innsbruck, he graduated summa cum laude from his doctorate program in English and from both of his masters programs in Philosophy and Theology.<\/p>\n<p>He is the author of Chinua Achebe\u2019s Trilogy: A Study in Bicultural Communication (2014), Intercultural Problems of Communication: The (Re) Presentation of the Igbo People and Their Culture in Chinua Achebe\u2019s Things Fall Apart, Arrow of God and No Longer at Ease (2005), Hybrid Formations in English (2002), The Symbol of the Dove at the Baptism of Christ (2000), and Metaphysics as a Natural Disposition in the Philosophy of Immanuel Kant (1994); and co-author of Frontiers in Education: Advances, Issues and Perspectives (2015), Stories of Peace (2011), Njem Goliver Jere, an Igbo translation of Gulliver\u2019s Travels (2009), and A Dictionary of German, English and Igbo (2008).<\/p>\n<p>A native of Ezeagu, Enugu State, Nigeria, and an honorary citizen of Mitterikirchen, Austria, he holds the chieftaincy title: the Ezeudo Gburu Gburu of Umumba Ndiagu, Enugu State, Nigeria.\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>SPECIAL CONTRIBUTION I (ISSUE 8) THREE POEMS | PROFESSOR CHRISTIAN ANIEKE MALAPHORS In a world of tasteless language and prostituted expressions Malaphors are good friends&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2157,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[36],"tags":[434,468,441,470,114,42,469,103],"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2156,"url":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/special-contributor-ii-issue-7\/","url_meta":{"origin":2247,"position":0},"title":"SPECIAL CONTRIBUTOR II (ISSUE 7)","date":"July 7, 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"WHAT IS POETRY? 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