{"id":2290,"date":"2017-11-07T13:24:48","date_gmt":"2017-11-07T13:24:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/?p=2290"},"modified":"2017-11-07T13:24:48","modified_gmt":"2017-11-07T13:24:48","slug":"from-the-blues-issue-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/from-the-blues-issue-8\/","title":{"rendered":"FROM THE BLUES (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>EVERYTHING DIMS AT TWILIGHT |\u00a0Olubowale Johnson <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Please, don&#8217;t bid me rise<\/p>\n<p>Here with my eyelids close I lie<\/p>\n<p>For why&#8217;s the haste into the day<\/p>\n<p>Whilst still so young<\/p>\n<p>If a little slumber can ease my fiery heart<\/p>\n<p>Leave me alone where I lie<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Please, don&#8217;t calm the fluster of my youth<\/p>\n<p>Ebullient spirit like untamed stringed score of stallions<\/p>\n<p>Set loose with blazed tail<\/p>\n<p>Race across the battle line<\/p>\n<p>As I chase my own shadow while the noon is so high<\/p>\n<p>Or chase hare in the resplendent glade under the mellow moonlight<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Please, don&#8217;t make me lick toes of my foes<\/p>\n<p>Until my tongue&#8217;s as sharp as flint<\/p>\n<p>By which the flesh it cuts<\/p>\n<p>Is wet in its own ruddy sweat<\/p>\n<p>Or stare so hard at my own portrait which my own hand wrought<\/p>\n<p>And despise the imperfect me<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Please, don&#8217;t ask me to drop my plough<\/p>\n<p>Until my honest sweat turns to gold<\/p>\n<p>For what is the difference between the furrows I plough and my grave<\/p>\n<p>Just a few feet you may say<\/p>\n<p>For the same place where my seeds lay<\/p>\n<p>Sprout into vines<\/p>\n<p>Of which, soon, its grapes we dance upon in the winepress<\/p>\n<p>And thus drunk with our own blood we call wine,<\/p>\n<p>Wet with our own urine,<\/p>\n<p>We lose our sanity<\/p>\n<p>Less do we know true sanity is found in the silence of grave<\/p>\n<p>There where our bodies shall feed maggots and carrion beetles<\/p>\n<p>However don\u2019t tell me about the dead while I live<\/p>\n<p>For I need not be told<\/p>\n<p>That everything dims at twilight.<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1487532934099.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2291\" 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data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a>Olubowale Johnson<\/strong> is a poet, educationist and a physicist. He is the author of the book titled &#8216;Truth <span class=\"il\">At<\/span> <span class=\"il\">Twilight<\/span>&#8216;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p><strong>COME BLIND, GO BLIND | Lovina Ashedzi Emmanuel<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Their arrival was at sunset<br \/>\nWith the sky in fore lead<br \/>\nFlashing its sparkles on<br \/>\nAll foot ways<\/p>\n<p>They descended\u00a0 to ascend<br \/>\nThe peak of the mountain in<br \/>\nA <em>lightful<\/em> day with a ray of<br \/>\nShine on the nudity of each<br \/>\nDressed soul<\/p>\n<p>Yet darkness beclouds their eyes<br \/>\nTo detect the shrieked bellies in<\/p>\n<p>Breathing lilies of want<\/p>\n<p>Dimness befriends their sight in<br \/>\nView of the desert-throat sailing<br \/>\nIn a boat of thirst<\/p>\n<p>Tint folds up their descry<br \/>\nTo foresee the teary-face<br \/>\nSinking in the pool of penury<\/p>\n<p>They come blind,<br \/>\nGo blind in guard of a<br \/>\nblind walk-stick<br \/>\n<strong><a href=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1502578029896.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2292\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/from-the-blues-issue-8\/fb_img_1502578029896\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1502578029896.jpg?fit=540%2C960&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"540,960\" 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=\"FB_IMG_1502578029896\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1502578029896.jpg?fit=169%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1502578029896.jpg?fit=540%2C960&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-2292 size-thumbnail alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1502578029896-150x150.jpg?resize=150%2C150\" alt=\"FB_IMG_1502578029896\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1502578029896.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1502578029896.jpg?resize=350%2C350&amp;ssl=1 350w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1502578029896.jpg?zoom=2&amp;resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/FB_IMG_1502578029896.jpg?zoom=3&amp;resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 450w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a>Lovina Ashedzi Emmanuel<\/strong> is a poet, writer, an up and coming entrepreneur, essayist, facilitator and trainer (on global issues). She studied Mass Communication at Nasarawa State Polytechnic, Lafia where she served as Editor-in-Chief of a student training magazine. As a student, her articles were featured in Nasarawa Newsday Paper while in school also.<\/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>Lovina is currently serving as a Program Assistant Manager at Grassroots Youth and Community Livelihood Enhancement Initiative (GYCLEI), Akwanga.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p><strong>LIKE THE DESERT |\u00a0Jummah Mujeeb Aremu<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>These naughty pebbles irk your feet,<\/p>\n<p>but are the only friends who understand how you truly feel<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes there is everywhere to sail in the ocean of sand,<\/p>\n<p>yet you know nowhere to trail<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So, distraction makes mutters of a better world<\/p>\n<p>And dissatisfaction grips your focus on this shattered world<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Our feelings protest<\/p>\n<p>Just as our brains are fuelled to ponder<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>For we may not have Hiroshima\u2019s imagery images<\/p>\n<p>But we have seen replays of Nagasaki in high definition images<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Then, knowledge bites us hard;<\/p>\n<p>what we have today maybe drained to nothing come another day<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So, let every empathic organism forget not<\/p>\n<p>such places like the deserts in the Middle East.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170729_141816.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2293\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/from-the-blues-issue-8\/img_20170729_141816\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170729_141816.jpg?fit=557%2C561&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"557,561\" 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_20170729_141816\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170729_141816.jpg?fit=298%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170729_141816.jpg?fit=557%2C561&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2293 size-thumbnail\" src=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170729_141816-150x150.jpg?resize=150%2C150\" alt=\"IMG_20170729_141816\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170729_141816.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170729_141816.jpg?resize=298%2C300&amp;ssl=1 298w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170729_141816.jpg?resize=350%2C350&amp;ssl=1 350w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20170729_141816.jpg?w=557&amp;ssl=1 557w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a>Jummah Mujeeb Aremu<\/strong> was born on July 2, 1994 in Victoria island, Lagos. He is the first of three children gifted to Alhaji Lateef and Mrs Aminat Jummah. Mujeeb is a lover of art who has a fetish for drawing and making comics. He is currently a penultimate student of Arts and Social Sciences Education in the University of Ibadan. He is a devoted Muslim.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p><strong>A DARKER SHADE | Okunlola Azeezat Olayinka<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cMandy! Mandy! Mandy\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Two clocks the time<\/p>\n<p>She came running, delighted to hold a pen<br \/>\nBlissful that she might have me speak<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPlease write,\u201d I began\u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I read through the shallows<\/p>\n<p>My heart soared<\/p>\n<p>Soared because it felt like me<\/p>\n<p>Like that poet lent my very voice.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mandy, please do write<\/p>\n<p>I will give it a darker shade<\/p>\n<p>For there is still much to write.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I fumble with the key,<\/p>\n<p>A part of me wants to remain locked in<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He did call\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Yes, he called when he received my letter<\/p>\n<p>Strangely, I couldn\u2019t figure his voice<\/p>\n<p>The one that spoke my favourite lies:<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cI love you.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cI miss you.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Yeah, and this too<em>: \u201cyou\u2019re my world.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Haha\u2026 Lies I held dear.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe said all of that,\u201d Mandy asked.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh Mandy, please write\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The lies I once cherished, all void of meaning<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Just perhaps, he craved vengeance<\/p>\n<p>When he began the torture, I\u2019d ask,<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHaven\u2019t you had your fill?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Please write me a poem, will you?<\/p>\n<p>A poem that speaks of lies &amp; deception<\/p>\n<p>Hurdles around hate and love<\/p>\n<p>But don\u2019t you think, Mandy<\/p>\n<p>That love and dinosaurs have much in common?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20171106_083130_770.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2294\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/from-the-blues-issue-8\/img_20171106_083130_770\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20171106_083130_770.jpg?fit=357%2C460&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"357,460\" 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_20171106_083130_770\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20171106_083130_770.jpg?fit=233%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20171106_083130_770.jpg?fit=357%2C460&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-2294 size-thumbnail\" src=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20171106_083130_770-150x150.jpg?resize=150%2C150\" alt=\"IMG_20171106_083130_770\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20171106_083130_770.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20171106_083130_770.jpg?resize=350%2C350&amp;ssl=1 350w, https:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/IMG_20171106_083130_770.jpg?zoom=2&amp;resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><strong>Okunlola Olayinka Azeezat<\/strong>\u00a0writes poetry and prose. She has authored a book entitled \u2018Red Fuse Trip\u2019, and\u00a0currently studies for a degree in Classics at the University of Ibadan.<\/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>EVERYTHING DIMS AT TWILIGHT |\u00a0Olubowale Johnson Please, don&#8217;t bid me rise Here with my eyelids close I lie For why&#8217;s the haste into the day&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2294,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[340],"tags":[341,441,114],"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1701,"url":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/from-the-blues-issue-6\/","url_meta":{"origin":2290,"position":0},"title":"FROM THE BLUES (ISSUE 6)","date":"January 21, 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"FROM THE BLUES HOMECOMING by Jenna Omeirat Up over, the dim tempestuous mists rolled and swelled, spitting every drop of pour down towards the ground as though it were toxin. 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