{"id":2276,"date":"2017-11-07T13:56:53","date_gmt":"2017-11-07T13:56:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/?p=2276"},"modified":"2017-11-07T13:56:53","modified_gmt":"2017-11-07T13:56:53","slug":"blazing-hot-issue-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/blazing-hot-issue-8\/","title":{"rendered":"BLAZING HOT (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\" 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[]).push({});\r\n}<\/script>\n\n <!-- end WP QUADS --> \n\n\n<\/div>\n<p><strong>MIXED HISTORY<\/strong><strong> | Bakre Fadil Adedamola<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>We lived happily in our world<\/p>\n<p>Till the deified invaded our land<\/p>\n<p>Turning daughters against mothers<\/p>\n<p>Sons against fathers<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We have traded in local goods<\/p>\n<p>Till black gold became our modern good<\/p>\n<p>Turning our waters into graveyard for fishes<\/p>\n<p>And sorrow, our only tale<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We were happy till they came<\/p>\n<p>With violence and the grace<\/p>\n<p>Guns and the scriptures<\/p>\n<p>Conquering our innocence<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We have become strangers in our world<\/p>\n<p>Created with sweat and blood<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We have accepted foreign ideologies<\/p>\n<p>And given up our mythology<\/p>\n<p>Forsaking monarchy<\/p>\n<p>Embracing democracy<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Grief has been the only thing we serve<\/p>\n<p>Via leaders steering a nation off course<\/p>\n<p>Celebrating mediocracy, enjoying lunacy<\/p>\n<p>And condemning hard work<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They have obliterated our memory<\/p>\n<p>Turning us to a people with no history<\/p>\n<p>But plenty misery<\/p>\n<p>In a world we used to live happily<\/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_1509945689925-1.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2298\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/blazing-hot-issue-8\/fb_img_1509945689925-2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509945689925-1.jpg?fit=373%2C413&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"373,413\" 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_1509945689925\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509945689925-1.jpg?fit=271%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509945689925-1.jpg?fit=373%2C413&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2298 size-thumbnail\" src=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509945689925-1-150x150.jpg?resize=150%2C150\" 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His poem &#8220;Mixed History&#8217; won the first prize of the 2017 edition of the Nigerian Students Poetry Prize.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>SONG OF FREEDOM | <\/strong><strong>Ajah Henry Ekene<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We wrote this song when our brains<\/p>\n<p>were white with the purity of time<\/p>\n<p>and free from the slavery of this place.<\/p>\n<p>Me and Uju.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Uju, then, was an orange, ripe,<\/p>\n<p>freely falling in sand and rain<\/p>\n<p>and mud.<\/p>\n<p>In rain she flowed like water, frozen<\/p>\n<p>only by a sound;<\/p>\n<p>the sound of thunder,<\/p>\n<p>the voice of good rain,<\/p>\n<p>a reverent pause.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sound was air to us.<\/p>\n<p>We breathed it in the morning and<\/p>\n<p>sniffed its lullaby at night.<\/p>\n<p>Mother told stories the wind<\/p>\n<p>could not tell in sounds,<\/p>\n<p>of how we came to be,<\/p>\n<p>in riddled wisdom which<\/p>\n<p>gave us wings, and made us<\/p>\n<p>happy.<\/p>\n<p>The rain too washed us dry<\/p>\n<p>of the things that do not bend<\/p>\n<p>to sound.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sound was life to us.<\/p>\n<p>The humming of Mama<\/p>\n<p>in the kitchen, nightingale-y.<\/p>\n<p>The whistling of Papa in the ban.<\/p>\n<p>And the rhythm of drums,<\/p>\n<p>and flutes, and guns<\/p>\n<p>dum dum dum<\/p>\n<p>at funerals,<\/p>\n<p>following the masquerade.<\/p>\n<p>Everything around us spoke<\/p>\n<p>in sound, so we knew our destinies<\/p>\n<p>were written in sounds.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dum dum dum<\/p>\n<p>The gun went off<\/p>\n<p>the masquerade molesting the earth<\/p>\n<p>with his legs<\/p>\n<p>raising memories into the air<\/p>\n<p>as dust.<\/p>\n<p>It was then we wrote this song,<\/p>\n<p>and knew it\u2019d always be accompanied<\/p>\n<p>by the sound<\/p>\n<p>of a gun.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>When we moved to Borno<\/p>\n<p>we swallowed this song.<\/p>\n<p>The sounds here,<\/p>\n<p>the guns,<\/p>\n<p>are stripped of innocence.<\/p>\n<p>But we knew we\u2019d sing this song<\/p>\n<p>someday.<\/p>\n<p>It was the day we sang this song,<\/p>\n<p>immixed with Kibaku,<\/p>\n<p>in school, at Chibok,<\/p>\n<p>that you came.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A gun sounded, then<\/p>\n<p>guns sounded, and we<\/p>\n<p>were on our way to Sambisa,<\/p>\n<p>never to sing this song again.<\/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\/11\/FB_IMG_1509945610332.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2297\" 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sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a>Ajah Henry Ekene, <\/strong>a final year medical student of the University of Benin, Nigeria, is a lover of God and words. He was the second prize winner of Nigerian Students Poetry Prize (NSPP) 2017. His poem was longlisted for the maiden edition of Okiki Prize for Literature. Some of his works have appeared on Brittle Paper, Kalahari Review and AfricanWriters.com. Henry allows his life to be bothered by Christian Apologetics and a girl that is difficult to love.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p><strong>BEACH CHRONICLES | Bona Solomon<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>Everything has Changed <\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A bold reason to smile&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I could walk a thousand miles,<\/p>\n<p>I wish to dream a million times:<\/p>\n<p>Just to feel what I felt those nights<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Those nights of extreme chills&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Cheeks overstretched from smiling without regrets,<\/p>\n<p>Voice hoarse from internal screams of satisfaction,<\/p>\n<p>Laughing with the hope of being heard by the ocean&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Counting stars with all admiration<\/p>\n<p>A complete star I hope I become<\/p>\n<p>Always beautiful to the one who named me<\/p>\n<p>Forever thankful for the awesome thoughts and adoration\u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The feeling of being loved&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>No level of heat can amount to the warm embrace:<\/p>\n<p>So tight, received with gladness and attachment<\/p>\n<p>Unspoken promises become clear in my head: I smile again.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Experiencing the best feelings ever&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Never letting go of what is real<\/p>\n<p>Never doubting what is real<\/p>\n<p>Savoring each moment deeply so as not to forget.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Kissing becomes a love potion&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>A potion so effective, the magic kicks in immediately<\/p>\n<p>The war of tongues fought with pride:<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s no death when it becomes our addiction.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>An addiction carefully wired, but so electrocuting&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>The waves are not the only lapping sounds you can hear:<\/p>\n<p>But the silence of feather-kisses and light touches&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Heated, gentle, passionate, but firm caressing of the lips.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Two young hearts secured like the depth of the great seas&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>So deep, so wide: exploration is the only solution<\/p>\n<p>The direction of the wind is all that matters<\/p>\n<p>With you in front of me, I think I&#8217;m right\u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I found solace on the sticky sand&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>With the sand beneath my feet<\/p>\n<p>Under the dark blue skies,<\/p>\n<p>Twilight assures me like my best friend-<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The arms around me will forever protect me:<\/p>\n<p>I know this, \u2018cause I can feel it when I taste the French on your lips.<\/p>\n<p>Memories that will linger for life\u2026<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m doing that smiling thing again \u2013<\/p>\n<p>When I zone off, looking like an idiot<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Now I have a good reason to smile&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I wish to dream a million times,<\/p>\n<p>Just to feel what I felt those nights.<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1509945912323.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2299\" 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sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a>Bona Solomon<\/strong> studies Guidance and Counseling at the University of Ibadan. Her poems were featured in the UI anthology book 1. She loves the concept of life, which she believes deals with freedom and self-comportment. She derives solace from wielding the pen. Bona&#8217;s poem &#8220;Beach Chronicles&#8221; clinched the third prize of the 2017 edition of the Nigerian Students Poetry Prize.<\/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>MIXED HISTORY | Bakre Fadil Adedamola We lived happily in our world Till the deified invaded our land Turning daughters against mothers Sons against fathers&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2297,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[21],"tags":[397,480,101,398,441,114],"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1980,"url":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/nigerian-students-poetry-prize-2017-the-prize-winners\/","url_meta":{"origin":2276,"position":0},"title":"NIGERIAN STUDENTS POETRY PRIZE 2017 \u2013 THE PRIZE WINNERS","date":"June 19, 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"NIGERIAN STUDENTS POETRY PRIZE 2017 \u2013 THE PRIZE WINNERS Poets in Nigeria (PIN) is pleased to announce Bakre Fadil Adedamola, Ajah Henry Ekene and Bona O. 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