Wednesday, 28 September 2011

First born-SMDzukogi






O lord
Set free our souls
From this flock
Of political scourge
Damned sons of the Twin Rivers
That claim holy blasphemies
Even from the puny man
Who mans our home
And his puppeteer
Who steer him
Into dangerous stunts
That distraught the ambience
Of our home

O sword
Slay
Slay them all
The beasts that refuse divinity
Mother earth
Has blessed us
Song
Chronicles of ill-starred home
Their egos
Spun with dark magic
And we are lost
In this blasphemous folly
That threatens our existence
But we are the first born
Of a bright dawn


Thursday, 22 September 2011

THE DREAM-Jalaludeen Ibrahim

Burning embers
Turning tides
Winds of change
As unrest sweeps through the land
We won’t back down now

Our words won’t falter
We will speak our mind
This dream will not be abandoned
We won’t let the storm die
Injustice we will defy

Feel the calm
Feel our bodies sway
In every breath, feel more alive
In commencing celebrations
Keeping inner storms raging

See the restlessness in those eyes
And in those hearts abound
Wind of change is blowing
As moment of truth beckons.
It is time to go…

We are engulfed by shadows
Our defiance rises!

Monday, 19 September 2011

Kisses From the Nile- By Olawale Jimoh

Allow our two lips
embrace in fiery romance
as our tongues do flips
and our teeth do the tap dance.

Let molten saliva
transform into liquid passion
flowing from the river
Nile into this erotic action.

Let the whispering silence
of the pharaoh's tomb
drown our senses
and purge our womb.

And purify our love
like dense air in midsummer
let us soar,high as the dove
into the rays of the golden sun shower.

Kareemah,take me into thy warm embrace
shield me from the biting fangs of December cold
let me relish your grace
for i cherish your presence more than i would gold.

If i rail across the Niger
and find myself in the waters of the Nile
will you swim me through the danger
of tides that stretches into millions of miles.

If i fly with the eagle
from the hills of obudu
unto the pyramid,will u paddle
down from that height with me,will you?

Do i live in your heart
or on your blackberry
do we simply fall apart
when facebook sails away like a ferry.

Sunday, 18 September 2011

From where was Socrates Copying? By BMDzukogi

The world retains its glamour and beauty through the creative outputs of man that exhibit unfamiliar abilities in transforming impossibilities into meaningful physical matters that are capable of giving value to human sensibility for use by the body in its daily carriage to meet the basic needs of life.  Creativity is the greatest gift to man which enables him to remake dreams and make them real at his choice, refine illusions into concrete forms, reverse physical, mental and emotional tragedies into strategies make transit flashes of fantasy into compact beauty and mould little ideas into lofty physical forms of no mean value and size. Creativity unwinds the intricate network of composite web of converging diffusions that knit the aesthetics of physical matter with the spiritual in fulfilling man’s sensations such that he does not only see beyond his eyes in the quest for creating things for survival but perceives the smell of thousand years before to guard his next step.  In creativity, if man wants to create something out of nothing, all he needs to do is to dream or imagine it.  Why is man creative?
Creation is a complex dynamics of interlocking events or phenomena that exert independent attributes on established courses and order for which any distortion leads to disastrous consequences.  Therefore, any effective interplay between these powerful phenomena and forces with physically insignificant man in between will require an ultra-ability to dribble through their narrow furrows to survive as an organised and reasoning organism.  So, creativity is a dribbling mechanism that enables man to navigate through his social and physical environment in perfectly coordinated beautiful sense of motion.  His creativity enables him avoid potential collisions lined up in the furrows of life.  It also enables him to erect awesome structures to facilitate his positive and negative desires.  Without creativity, the world becomes ugly, extremely little and unpleasant to live in.  With the singular gift of creative ability, man takes control of the earth so that when he moves to dislodge anything bogus he does so like it never were in existence.  And when he moves to remould any little thing into a bogus outlook he only needs to settle to it and before long it is created beautifully.
There are array of creative ability in billions of men around the world, so diverse and dynamic that millions of its kind could be found in a single field alone.  Creativity grows the world and triggers new tastes in man which pushes him, not only to higher need but also to recreate existing conditions and states.  Indeed, without creativity, the world is not only vacuums but a static void.  In it there would not be motion or growth.  In it there would not be knowledge, in it there would not be regeneration, and in it there would not be life, because human life would have been going backward.
In the true sense of creating, there is nothing that is new on earth, what is new is the exceptional dimension introduced to the existing material.  It is new because there is departure from the existing norms.  If something will ever be new in form, has it caused influence in the value other than what used to obtain? Perhaps, the new dimension comes only in efficiency, size, aesthetics and delivery but not in essence.  Creative sense of individuals’ cause these diversities to give new forms, otherwise, the product remain that product you used to know.  This ability gives rise to progression in attributes and expansion in quality, proficiency and finesse to cause surge in want and value in the product and then you say, “Ah! This is new! Ah! This is good!”.
Any group or man that refuses to develop or grow or become incapable of finding solution to a nagging problem, it is not because nature abhors it, it is not because God likes the condition to persist, it is because there is dearth in creative experimentation of probable solutions oscillating in the minds of men in such groups.  Men know the solutions but could not just bear with the paths to it, usually unfamiliar.  They just cannot spare for it.  When they do they do with fear.  Young writers are simply not daring in their postulations as energies artists who should be proud to sit atop the throne of their capabilities.  They think their art becomes acceptable only when presented in the form of the existing norms.  Why? Where was Socrates copying? Any student that wishes to be like his teacher is a misfit to learning.  How is he expecting to add to existing knowledge? How does he expect the society to grow? I think students should aspire to be more than what their teachers are, that new ideas may unfold, that the community may grow, that the world would be seen in greater light for peace and development.  Let those lights reflect in the works of young writers as they imagine them, not copied.
There is no new idea that emerged and rejected that never become desires of men later.  All things that were rejected at the point of rising have become accepted at the point of setting.  So why are young artists afraid of experimentation? They pitiably look forward to someone older to approve of their products.  Indeed, it is nice to look back, for that will help to define the front for his journey.  But persistent looking back is an invitation to a fall or crash.  Therefore, the creative man is a bold figure that refuses to see anything by his right or left while he does his things.  Perhaps, he could begin to see such angels after his initial draft.  Not for a twosome product but for further radical departure from the unconscious similarities with existing norm that might have manifested in his product during his own construction.  To achieve this, the young artist must be ready to make mistakes and gauge the fear he will permit in his mind during experimentation.
Fear and Mistake are natural obstacles to set goals but fear and mistakes could be ingredients for a thrust into the desired future when re-channelled.  It is better to attempt with courage and fail than with fear and pass because the ultimate end of courage is passing and the ultimate end of fear is failing”.  
Fear is one of those natural mechanisms that triggered in man to control him.  The Freewill he exercises which is supposed to facilitate the bloom of creativity in him towards the attainment of goals and to level the space for choices resulting from active aesthetic sense, will grow out of bound without the presence of fear.  Absence of fear in man will nullify many aspects of his existence.  It is meaningful to creation that fear must exist before man can recognise God.  It must exist before he can maintain perfect state of health and security.  It must exist before he can walk up to good, it must exist before he can abhor bad, it must exist before he recognises that he has a father or mother, it must exist before he recognise law and order, it must exist before he works hard, it must exist before anything is done in life.
Accordingly, courage stands as the opposite of fear.  They perform similar functions.  The only edge courage has over fear in terms of functionality on an actor is that; he is made to be seen as a hero after performance.  While, success moved by fear is a personal intrinsic motivation coming from a negative condition.  Another edge of courage over fear is that, in courage there is speed in actualisation while in fear the speed is slow and fragile.  However, the negative consequences of excessive inducement of either of the two lead to similar end.  Excessive fear leads to non-performance, accident and destruction while excessive courage leads to recklessness, brute and crash.  The successful performer is one that uses his sense of balance to mediate between other senses responsible for specific actions triggered optimum result.  One major positivity about fear is that it has a specialised function once man is distressed in terms of physical security.  Extreme sense of fear triggers man to unimaginable lift in courage that enables sense.  Once lucky, man is removed from immediate danger.  Example is to jump off from a storey building to escape fire.  Then you say, “He escaped through miracle” such are the kind of miracle God has placed in human physiological phenomenon.  It is explained through the secretion of chemicals in the body which flood it with excessive energy to work and off you go.
Mistakes are evidence of man’s limitations in actions.  They are signs of shortfalls in human capabilities.  They explain man’s deficient state in action not in structure.  Mistake belong to the family of ‘luck’, which is an unseen addition induced outside him to make-up for his shortfall during action.  Where does the addition come from? To me his addition is an exercise of a supernatural being, otherwise, what explains the dramatic change in courses of actions of man, especially, those he did not wish for only for them to materialise in his favour and pleasure.
Luck is the incompleteness of the best in man made up by a strange force”.  The individual, depending on his belief, better explains the supernatural being.  Whatever explanation given, it will eventually point to one supreme phenomenon whose identity is generally unclear to some souls.  It is not wise to ascribe what man cannot explain about creation to evolution.  It is not wise to teach what the writer is not.  Art is not for art sake but a functional tool for value.  Evolution is to me known as arbitrariness.  How could an organised form or occurrence be a product of arbitrariness? Any matter that resulted from evolution cannot but function in similar manner of origin.  Or what reasons to explain the change in course of dwelling outside the initial unplanned state? Thus, actions, events in fictions must have a history.  Such must come in order, because it is the nature of man to act in order.  It must be logical and be comfortable to human sense of reasoning.
In man you find in-build but varying attributes; lofty, dynamic personality makes specific to an individual and some others that are in high abundance while others have them in limited supply, including special talents.  The presence of those characteristics in the individual man is an aspect of the principle of positive and negative pairing in life that distinguishes one entity from another that activates energy to power an event to bring about valuable step not just in motion but also in other elements of creation that aides not just in motion but also in other elements of creation that aides survival of man.  Each man is egoistic thus vulnerable to reckless posturing in his two worlds of the physical and spiritual.  And because of his failing nature, some men could fall subservient to another man; an impostor claiming supernatural creature.  Therefore, God had to create junctions alo9ng man’s journeys and adventures that will simply ridicule his arrogance, junctions known as mistake and luck that set him to think and obey or to cause remorse in him.  They are many.  Man can explain his mistakes but he cannot explain why he was lucky.  It is believable that their occurrence is a divine activity.  Therefore, it is not out of place to reflect such dramatic twist in a work of fiction; however, it must be explicable to human sense when such occurs.  This is why in some profoundly written stories, what gives rise to conflict either positive or negative is usually not bogus.  No man has ever dreamt of a bogus event or structure and woke up to walk on elaborate path to it.  The natural thing is to couple-up bits of segments of life for the whole.  So, it is common to hear that, it was one little mistake that caused a decade’s fortune. 
Short sentences explain little details better.  Articulate paragraphs move the reader in sequential order that explains the inner sphere of life in slow bits.  And it is through such that man could understand his mistakes and limitations for a moderate lifestyle that will reduce hostility which is the ultimate goal of any form of art.

What Have You Done-SMDzukogi


In what tone
Shall I speak
This alien story
Of my artless soul
Dwelling this
Demonic sphere
Where a thousand vampires
Guzzle my virginity
Why must you snatch
A soul that belongs to me
You fed me
Grim bread
The prize for
My juvenile spirit
But I didn’t request it
Too young
To eat from your
Garden of reckless urge
Genocide
I groan a hideous voice
Words, shy
To speak of
Sweet dreams turned
Into festival of nightmares

Extract from the forthcoming collection, Canvass.