Monday, 19 July 2010

A simple poem

For the Tivs, life is tar
Us most, its like its a mixture dark as tar

Sometimes, days come blue
I get to rue...

Then remember
Its simply life. S'

May God bless us always and help us. We had a serious crises in Wukari here some days back. It was horrible and lives were lost (google it...) Personally, was kicked out of a competition I had big hopes for. In addition to several other things, I am trying to remain focused. I have got lots on my mind to deliver... and I am not going down till it all goes out.
Bless you all the way, S'

Saturday, 3 July 2010

MUM, my new work and stuff

I was talking to my mum as she waited to board a plane to Lagos. We were both excited as we hadn't done so in a long while. My foster father called to quarrel her for booking online and all. She called me to relay the words and we laughed it off... It was fun. She sent me an sms soon as she boarded the plane which had been delayed a few hours. She said she would call soon as she arrived Lagos. See me thinking it would take an hour, two or more.
She called me minutes later - na wa o! I was thrilled and in the end, decided to complete work on a tale I was writing based on our family. It isn't easy... but congratulate me people - I wrote my first short story of over 5000 meaningful and straight words! I am thinking of extending the story too. Someday I would share it with the world. Guess I would send it to NY Times... :)
Please, keep in touch with my blog and make my day. Drop your comments as usual and in all you do, remember to make life worth it. After all, we only live once, why shouldn't we have fun!

P.S: I just discovered my author picture for the upcoming poetry collection. Still have no cover. Someone please come to my aid. Mch lv, S'

Thursday, 1 July 2010

This is my first blog for the sentinel and I don't know what to say... hmm. Well, I am trying to do a lot in my career and even at this stage, I'm thinking of setting a competition for the 'little' ones.
It doesn't take people with ten heads to do anything. It takes a simple you, (or) (and) me.
It is my hope that we get to keep this space and allow us to continue enjoying our gist, together. Meanwhile, you can also see me and my writings on and on Facebook...
Okay, I'm a writer and so, I end this with a piece of mine. The poem is titled 'I spoke with a rat today' and is taken from my upcoming Collection: Second Collection: Shrine Tale.


I spoke with a rat today

A MIGHTY big one

Whiskers and a straight poking mouth

It spoke after my first stone touched it

“Make our conditions better

And U’ll be glad later”

Declared He

An upturned sickle forms in my head

Puzzled at

The great mass of fur

Who turns out a poetic militant?!!

Forcing a sickly perspiration

Now, inspiration, as he goes on

“You don’t dare kill me

Have you not done enough…?

We try to fight for a simple bite

In this our territory”

I look at him again, with fear, size and smart

But he is one

So I carry another stone

Then the light goes out

And suddenly, more red eyes appear!

24th July, 2009

Thanks for reading. You're the best! S'