{"id":2255,"date":"2017-11-07T13:15:52","date_gmt":"2017-11-07T13:15:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/?p=2255"},"modified":"2017-11-07T13:15:52","modified_gmt":"2017-11-07T13:15:52","slug":"special-contribution-iii-issue-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/special-contribution-iii-issue-8\/","title":{"rendered":"SPECIAL CONTRIBUTION III (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 III (ISSUE 8)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>PINNED DREAM | Helen Gyigya<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong>Last night, I had a dream<\/p>\n<p>I saw PIN, rising like the break of dawn<\/p>\n<p>Its glory flurrying through the skies<\/p>\n<p>And in accelerated velocity<\/p>\n<p>Sprouting forth and breaking grounds<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In my dream,<\/p>\n<p>Gathered around the banquet table<\/p>\n<p>Are poets, authors, great and tall<\/p>\n<p>Feasting on words marbled barbeque<\/p>\n<p>With recipes brewing from &#8216;parker&#8217;s&#8217; kitchen<\/p>\n<p>And plunders from the &#8216;daughter\u2019s farm<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In this dream,<\/p>\n<p>With <em>Sir Eriata<\/em> leading on<\/p>\n<p>Words are spiraled in fractals<\/p>\n<p>Thoughts crystallized in an icy blast<\/p>\n<p>Vibes oozed through a &#8216;glassy door&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>Soaring waves like never before<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This pinned dream,<\/p>\n<p>A dream envisaged, with <em>Kola<\/em> engaged<\/p>\n<p>In a pinning pinging jamboree<\/p>\n<p>Ventured in a word hunting spree<\/p>\n<p>Brewing hot! And fresh!<\/p>\n<p>Like a hot cup of early morning coffee!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><strong><span class=\"il\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509918493741.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2256\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/special-contribution-iii-issue-8\/fb_img_1509918493741\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509918493741.jpg?fit=432%2C432&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"432,432\" 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=\"FB_IMG_1509918493741\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509918493741.jpg?fit=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509918493741.jpg?fit=432%2C432&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2256 size-thumbnail\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509918493741-150x150.jpg?resize=150%2C150\" alt=\"FB_IMG_1509918493741\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509918493741.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509918493741.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509918493741.jpg?resize=350%2C350&amp;ssl=1 350w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509918493741.jpg?w=432&amp;ssl=1 432w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a>Helen<\/span> <\/strong><span class=\"il\"><strong>Gyigya<\/strong> s<\/span>tudied Public Administration at Benue State Polytechnic, Ugbokolo. She lives in Makurdi, Benue State, Nigeria.<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/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>SERVITUDE | \u00a0Nwargbo Ebubechukwu Bruno\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><br \/>\nYou may grumble, but pray you are not heard<\/p>\n<p>But don\u2019t utter nor reason rebel<\/p>\n<p>For our burden is wealthily weighty<\/p>\n<p>Ten folds your assistance to us<\/p>\n<p>Open the doors to our flights and our mansions<\/p>\n<p>Spread carpets and flowers on the lane we tread<\/p>\n<p>Bow your heads low and close your eyes to our tete-a-tete<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You may hear us talking, but don\u2019t think of talking<\/p>\n<p>You may see us drinking, but don\u2019t think of drinking<\/p>\n<p>You may see us eating, but don\u2019t think of eating<\/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>Just swallow your saliva and keep watching<\/p>\n<p>Don\u2019t fantasize lest you will stop focusing<\/p>\n<p>And then lose your living<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Nothing must happen to our hairs crowned with many powers<\/p>\n<p>A drop of our blood and the earth will drink your blood<\/p>\n<p>Your execution needs no trial. If trial must be,<\/p>\n<p>then we will sit at the bench and swing the scale<\/p>\n<p>Your loved ones will hang their breadth<\/p>\n<p>and accompanying you to sheol<\/p>\n<p>No escape for you your fate is tied to our mood<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Before our guests look strong and ready<\/p>\n<p>Look strong even if as dry as leaves<\/p>\n<p>Keep bold faces like lions<\/p>\n<p>Over our tables, beds, doors and gates<\/p>\n<p>And be ready for vendetta to keep us in power<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In your dreams if snoozes try to bend your eyelashes, then take this oath<\/p>\n<p><em>&#8216;Lord, yours forever!<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>You are our hero born to rule alone<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Your sceptre holds our life<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Your hairs holds our breathe hovering over them and you can squash them<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Your shoes are more significant than our bones<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Your drinks our blood may become<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Yours alone, perpetually born to rule alone&#8217;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Against the axe is the head of a servant<\/p>\n<p>Saying what his heart does not say.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1510059238525.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2341\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/food-poetry-issue-8\/fb_img_1510059238525\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1510059238525.jpg?fit=684%2C685&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"684,685\" 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=\"FB_IMG_1510059238525\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1510059238525.jpg?fit=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1510059238525.jpg?fit=684%2C685&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-2341 size-thumbnail alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1510059238525-150x150.jpg?resize=150%2C150\" alt=\"FB_IMG_1510059238525\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1510059238525.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1510059238525.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1510059238525.jpg?resize=350%2C350&amp;ssl=1 350w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1510059238525.jpg?w=684&amp;ssl=1 684w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a>Nwargbo Ebubechukwu Bruno<\/strong> is <span class=\"il\">a<\/span> young talented poet, essayist, speech writer and an influential public speaker. He studies English language in Olabisi Onabanjo University, Ago-Iwoye, Ogun State. Bruno has received so many awards and commendations for both academic and leadership excellence. He has <span class=\"il\">a<\/span> short story OASIS <span class=\"il\">OF<\/span> PEACE to his credit, among other unpublished works in drama, poetry and prose. Some <span class=\"il\">of<\/span> poems has been short listed in some literary competitions and journals including Nigerian Students Poetry Prize 2017, Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest, and would subsequently appear in their anthologies. He loves music,writing and nature studies.\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 III (ISSUE 8) PINNED DREAM | Helen Gyigya \u00a0Last night, I had a dream I saw PIN, rising like the break of dawn&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2256,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[36],"tags":[441,506,114,473,507,103],"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2306,"url":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/pinquarterlyjournal\/","url_meta":{"origin":2255,"position":0},"title":"PIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL (ISSUE 8)","date":"November 7, 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"PIN QUARTERLY JOURNAL (ISSUE 8): EDITOR\u2019S NOTE Strokes & Scars \u00a0 When your skin becomes a pamphlet of scars drawn by strokes of unsavoury experiences, give a pen to your scars and let them draw countless savoury lines, assuaging your pain, grief and disillusionment. 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