{"id":996,"date":"2016-01-06T13:53:29","date_gmt":"2016-01-06T13:53:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/?p=996"},"modified":"2016-01-07T09:21:52","modified_gmt":"2016-01-07T09:21:52","slug":"specialcontribution","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/specialcontribution\/","title":{"rendered":"Special Contribution (Issue)"},"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>Art is the Heart<\/strong> by Famuwagun Festus<\/p>\n<p>Some time ago, there was a disagreement in an eminent family. World, the father\u00a0 had just titled himself\u00a0 <strong><em>The Body<\/em><\/strong> and wanted his wives,\u00a0<strong><em>Science<\/em><\/strong> and<strong><em> Arts<\/em><\/strong> and the children, human beings, to choose for themselves anything in the body they deem fit to be their title.<\/p>\n<p>Everyone saw themselves as being important. Hence, their zealous quest for an enviable title. Science was the first to talk.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBeing an inevitable member of this family, I\u2019ll like to be called <strong><em>The Nose<\/em><\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMum, the ear is more important,\u201d one of the children opined.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou need your nose for respiration,\u201d Science replied.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot necessarily!\u201d\u00a0 He argued, \u201cOne can also breathe through the mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seeing how disputable her stance was, Science agreed to be called The<strong><em> Ear<\/em><\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf I go deaf, you can still communicate with me,\u201d countered another.<\/p>\n<p>Argument from various angles saturated the room like a gaseous substance. Every child became vibrant in debating over which is more important \u2013 the nose or the ear.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAlright, I shall be called the eyes,\u201d Science resolved.<\/p>\n<p>There was no argument this time. Everyone agreed that sight is of great use. Then, Arts, who had been silent all along said, \u201cI choose to be called the heart.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Pin-drop silence ensued. Science was displeased. Although, she hadn\u2019t thought of it, she believed the title was hers.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow can you choose to be the heart?\u201d She shouted in anger.<\/p>\n<p>Arts seemed unperturbed and others remained quiet. Then, she walked out in anger.<\/p>\n<p>For weeks, Science raged so much that home became hell. \u201cThat name is mine\u201d was all she kept saying. Everyone was uncomfortable.\u00a0 Art was concerned but there was nothing she could do. She felt she was really the heart and, giving it up was tantamount to disposing one\u2019s identity.<\/p>\n<p>All effort to pacify her was futile. So, World decided that both wives should go and live with their parents in another planet for six months.\u00a0 This won\u2019t run concurrently because he wanted to determine who truly the heart was.<\/p>\n<p>Science went first. She was terribly missed but it was soon discovered that she was not indispensable. Almost all her constituents were replaceable. In the absence of automobile; aircraft and ship, foot, animals and canoe were used for transportation. Herbs were used in place of medical care. Traditional means substituted many scientific means.<\/p>\n<p>Soon, it was Arts\u2019 turn.\u00a0 Languages for conversation were declared missing. Music, theatre and other dramatic arts became extinct. Records of history were gone.\u00a0 Even literature and philosophy could not be seen and sensed. Painting, sculpture and other handcrafts that used to make world beautiful were unavailable. Art was indeed indispensable.<\/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>World, the father, became dull. Human beings, the children, were uneasy. Even science was really incapacitated. There was no means to display talent and dexterity. Everything became redundant. After just two weeks, all &#8211; including science &#8211;\u00a0 \u00a0called for Arts\u2019 return.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Science\u2019s absence was colossally felt; Arts\u2019 was indispensably missed. Everyone therefore accepted that Arts is The Heart.<\/p>\n<p><strong><em><u>Biography<\/u><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/10411999_508558962646425_7334798859359343325_n.jpg\"><img data-attachment-id=\"999\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/index.php\/specialcontribution\/10411999_508558962646425_7334798859359343325_n\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/10411999_508558962646425_7334798859359343325_n.jpg?fit=240%2C320&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"240,320\" 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=\"10411999_508558962646425_7334798859359343325_n\" data-image-description=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/10411999_508558962646425_7334798859359343325_n.jpg?fit=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/10411999_508558962646425_7334798859359343325_n.jpg?fit=240%2C320&amp;ssl=1\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-999 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/10411999_508558962646425_7334798859359343325_n.jpg?resize=225%2C300\" alt=\"10411999_508558962646425_7334798859359343325_n\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/10411999_508558962646425_7334798859359343325_n.jpg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w, https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/www.poetsinnigeria.org.ng\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/10411999_508558962646425_7334798859359343325_n.jpg?w=240&amp;ssl=1 240w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a>Famuwagun Festus<\/strong> was born in the 90\u2019s in Kaduna state, Nigeria. At present, he is a first year student of the University of Ibadan where he studies Communication and Language Arts. As a prospective author, Festus\u2019 delight is rooted in writing stories. He also sometimes dabbles in poetry.\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>Art is the Heart by Famuwagun Festus Some time ago, there was a disagreement in an eminent family. 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