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WHAT CREATIVITY IS REALLY ABOUT – Issues with Chinonye J. Chidolue

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I am inspired by anything and everything; by the sound of a moving car, the chirping of birds in the air, the chaos in my head of different thoughts jumbling up together, but most of all by people. A regular exchange of chit-chats and laughs with a buddy can transcend to a storm of thoughts and ideas which is capable of bursting out a bubble of answers to many questions.

It was one of such conversations I had with a comedian friend some time last year. He was getting ready for his show which was to take place later that night. And first thing that came to mind was that if he was probably calling to tap inspiration before his big show, I would certainly be the “wrongest” person to call. The art of making jokes which is expected to make a crowd of people laugh is for me serious hard work. I mean, I must give it to these comedians!

As we spoke, I seized the opportunity to ask how these comedians even come about their jokes. I would never have thought that there was any technical side to creating a joke. One would think the comedy profession threads on the easy side of life and all a comedian has to do is mount the stage, rack his head for a few jokes, make a caricature of himself and the job is ended. I probably always imagined it to be so too. But no!

According to this comedian, after writing his jokes down, he would rehearse in front of the mirror and attempt to amuse himself with his prepared jokes. He says, “The hardest one to convince or impress is yourself. If you win at it, then you’re good to go. If you don’t, then there’s more work to be done”. According to him, if he laughs or as far as finds his joke funny, then he is sure to win his audience but if he is not able to amuse himself, then the joke is a failed one. This is his own creative process. This is what works for him to make his own comedy stand out.

So, these are my thoughts:

Creativity is a process indeed, as with everything in life. Creativity is Genius!

Genius is not just in the doing. You don’t even have to be a genius to achieve anything great. Creatively harnessing your potential in a dynamic and unique way different from the regular, and followed up with passion and commitment, brings out the genius in you and sets you up for greatness.

Creativity is everything. This is evident when we take a close look at the world today. We presently live in an age of creativity and those that thrive successfully on their career paths are those that have mastered how to tap into their creative process to bring out the genius in them.

Creativity is not only for the talented. Ever seen someone widely celebrated for something you know very well you can do much better at? Some of these people are not standing in the hall of talent. They are not even as far as talented. They have simply put together what they know how to do and figured out how to creatively make it stand out. Whilst you have the knowledge/talent, they utilize their own unique creative process.


Creativity is just about connecting things. A whole lot of nonsense put together, and diluted with a creative passion can eventually make sense. Keep thinking. Exploring. Keep trying out new ways and methods of doing things and just when you least expect, you may stumble on that next great world-changing idea that will make all the difference.





Chinonye J. Chidolue is a Nigerian writer, poet, motivational speaker, actor & filmmaker. She is also the founder of the Child Hero Empowerment Campaign for the orphaned and destitute children. Chinonye is passionate about empowering the children and youths alike towards discovering their potentials and achieving greatness in life.






NIGERIAN POETRY PROMOTERS NEED TO STAND OUT FROM THE CROWD - INTERVIEW WITH INTERNATIONAL PROMOTER TONY TOKUNBO FERNANDEZ

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Tony Tokunbo Fernandez (TTF) is one of those exports from Nigeria giving the country good names all over the world with his exploits. The Poet cum award winning author is the founder of Africans in Diaspora; an organization he uses to connect Africans making exploits all over the world. He was in Lagos - Nigeria to hold his “Africa 4 U Awards” for Nigerian youths sometime last year. EGC was there to cover Photography.


We caught up with him again, recently, and made him bore his mind on certain issues. Enjoy the interview.

EGC: Can we meet you? 
TTF: My name is Tony Tokunbo Eteka Fernandez; I am an n International Award Winner, Published Author & Poet, Broadcast Journalist, MC and Youth Empowerment Consultant   . I am also The CEO of AFRICA4U and the Founder of Africans in the Diaspora.I have organized The Black History Month Celebrations at the UK House of Parliament for four years in a row (2013, 2014, 2015 and 2016).I have also organized events in The UK, the U.S.A, Holland, Germany, Eastern Europe and Nigeria and have visited over 20 European Countries.  

EGC: Apart from Poetry, what other creative genres do you do?
TTF: I also write short stories and inspirational proverbs in my spare time. I am currently working on a book of short stories at the moment and an inspirational book of proverbs.

EGC: What are the genres that you wish you could do well but are not presently?
TTF: None that I can think of. 

EGC: You go to various countries holding awards for youths. What is the motivation? 
TTF: Part of my mission as a Role Model is to be the change I want to see in society and to inspire the youths to believe that all good things in life are possible. The motivation for me, is to inspire new minds and make a difference to Life. I have organized award initiatives in The UK, The U.S.A, Holland, Germany, Eastern Europe and Nigeria, and in few days’ time, I will be organizing the first ever awards for African migrants in the history of Malta. My believe is that True leaders must always create paths for new leaders to follow, this is one the many basic secrets of nation building, and I will do everything I can to make a difference to life. 

EGC: Tell us about your vision for Nigerian youths based on your international connection/network.
TTF: My vision for the Nigerian Youth is to inspire them each day to be the change they want to see in society, and to always think outside the box. I mentor many youths and many of them live in Nigeria. I want to be able to be in a position to create and develop many youth empowerment initiatives, not just in Nigeria but also in Africa that improves social well-being, creative confidence, and self-esteem for the Nigerian youths and African youths. 
 
EGC: You live in the UK but you come back to Nigeria often, tell us the difference between how we do our poetry and how they do theirs.
TTF: Sometime it’s difficult to draw comparisons, especially for something like poetry.  We need to remember that Poetry can also be very personal. Poetry feeds from a wealth and range of personal influences as well as many other factors. But in general, I do feel poets living in Nigeria apply more stylistic devices more to their craft and are more inclined to follow the rules.

EGC: What area would you advice Nigerian Poets to focus on more?
TTF: I would advise Nigerian Poets to keep writing, keeping feeling inspired but also to be always innovative in promoting their work. The power of social media and its various tools, platforms and strategies makes it much easier today in my opinion for Poets to stand out.

EGC: Who are your mentors? 
TTF: Monir Arimoku and Steve Mulindwa.

EGC: Who are the Nigerian poets you hope to work with in the future?
TTF: That is a tough question; ask me in a year’s time.

EGC: What do you think Nigerian poets can do to help establish poetry as a mainstream entertainment in Nigeria?
TTF: Be more creative and always think outside the box.   It would be great to see more Poetry festivals, more spoken word initiatives and the creation of more poetry clubs.It would be also nice to see, young Nigerian poets not just writing more books, but also launching more poetry CDS. I know there is a Poetry festival in Calabar where I come from, I am confident with more innovation and creativity, Poetry in Nigeria shall one day become a mainstream form of entertainment.

EGC: What do you do that is working for you in your organization that you will advise upcoming Nigerian promoters to work on? 
TTF: Good things do not happen overnight; it is very important to invest time to build your brand and to create a brand that is reputable and that delivers. This is very important. I also advice promoters to be consistent in their line of work; reputation and trust does not happen overnight.

Standout out from the crowd, but also stand out from whomever you consider your competitors to be.As a promoter, always ask yourself three questions
1.     What am I doing differently and what can I do differently?
2.     How to I add my value to the service that I provide?
3.     How would I like to be remembered?

EGC: What else should we be expecting from you soon?
TTF:  I will be organizing The Africa4u Awards in Malta in the next few days, I also have a few international engagements this year.   I will also be organizing The Black History Month celebrations at The UK House of Parliament for the fifth year in a row and I am currently working on two books. 

EGC: Thank you for your time. -   
TTF: You are welcome; please keep up the great work.   You are an inspiration.




EDGE OF LOVE - Fiction by Benedicta Lawrence

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I never thought true love existed until I met him. It was on a Saturday afternoon, in the month of June. I just finished buying some groceries in a supermarket at Victoria Island. On my way out, my shoulder accidentally clashed with someone. Looking up at the person, I realized it was a young white man. Before I could apologize, he did.

“I’m so sorry.” He held out his hands in apology.

“Oh, sorry Mister.” I said. 

Meanwhile, I admired his look. He was on a white short sleeved shirt, black jeans trousers, and black snickers. His skin toned like smooth ripe mango; a huge statuesque figure complemented a finely chiseled face and well-shaved beard. He was just my type of guy!

Wishing he would approach me, I turned to walk away, slowing my pace. Gosh! He didn’t. My hope was shattered.

Just as I walked to the exit door I heard, “Hello Miss!”

“Yes!” I turned to him, and then he paused, pointing his fingers as if he was trying to recall something.

“Please, I want to steal a minute from your precious time,” he smiled, though with pleading eyes, “I mean I would like to see you for a moment if you wouldn’t mind.”

I walked back to him, feeling so excited within me. Slowly I replied, “See me?” As if the words were strange to my ears, “Okay, then. I’m all ears.”

“Um, my name is Nicholas, I came here to buy some groceries,” Then he looked down at the goods in my basket, “I guess you came for the same reason too.”

“Hmm. Oh yeah…” I was carried away by his looks; he was just too perfect to be real. Of course, I had to pretend he didn’t matter.

“I’m from Ireland though.  I came here to visit a childhood friend, and I’ve been here for a few months now, what about you?”

"Ah well this is my home land."

 “Nice, oh I didn’t get your name.”

“I’m Chidinma.”

“Wow that’s a beautiful name.” He shined his white teeth and I blushed.

“Thanks” I smiled.

“So can I please give you a ride home?”

"Oh, no need for that. Thanks for the offer though.”

“Please?” He pleaded.

I thought for a second “Alright…I’m actually getting late for a catering class anyway, so you can just drop me off there.”

A huge triumphant smile appeared on his baby face. Then he walked briskly to the counter to pay for his groceries, acting like if he wasted any time, I might disappear.

“Ok then, shall we?”

“Yes.”

He dropped me off in his Range Rover that day and we exchanged phone numbers. That night we talked on phone for five hours. We went on our first date the next day at a luxurious restaurant, after eating, drinking and chatting for like two hours, we decided to leave. I really enjoyed Nicholas’ company, he was an open person, and I got to know a lot about him, he made me laugh a lot and for the first time I felt something real for a man. I guess the feeling I had when I first saw him might be a leading from some love-gods.

When he dropped me off at home, he didn’t even wait for me to invite him in before he stepped in and sat. “I love you Chidinma, I really do.” The words flew from his lips. My heart began to beat fast; it almost popped right out of my chest. I gulped my spit and tried to talk “Erm…I, I don’t know what to say.”

Though I was in my early twenties, I felt like a naïve 12- year -old girl.

“You don’t have to say anything.” He said and smiled. Rising up, he suddenly pulled me close and gave me the tightest hug I ever had in my life. Then he planted a warm kiss on my lips… 

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Benedicta A. Lawrence is a young Nigerian writer who is a lover of art and nature. She is an aspiring sociologist; artist and life coach. Born in Lagos state; she is an undergraduate in the prestigious Osun State University.

EDGE OF LOVE - EPISODE 2 - Fiction by Benedicta Lawrence

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He left just after that.

After that day we talked daily and went on more dates together. He bought a lot of things for me and took me to different places. We went to the silver bird cinemas and watched a nice romantic comedy. We also went shopping; we went to the beach and so many other places. Nicholas called me his queen and sure treated me like one. But then a faithful day came and what I never booked for happened…

Nicholas drove me to his friend’s house at Maryland where he had been staying since he got to Nigeria, which wasn’t quite far from where I lived at Ikeja G.R.A. The house was a duplex, beautifully painted in cream and brown. The compound was thrice the size of mine. I remember seeing beautiful red hibiscuses and white daises. We walked into the living room and my jaws fell. Everything looked glamorous. The walls were white, and so were the leather sofas surrounding the living room and a glass table stood in the middle. Nicholas pointed me to a sit and served me a glass of orange juice. He sat beside me and we had a little talk; he told me about his extended family and his childhood experiences, but didn’t say much about his parents, neither did he mention having siblings.

Nicholas graduated from the University of Northern Ireland with a degree in business management and though in his mid-twenties, he had actually archived a lot: he was an intelligent young man with a great personality. I on the other hand; I’m just an ordinary girl next door; though I graduated from the university of Lagos and have a degree in Economics, I don’t work in an office like most people expect me to. I’ve always lived a simple life. My family back at Aba pestered me all the time to get a good job and get married, but that was never my goal; I loved being my own boss and work online all day, except when I have catering classes which I decided to take for no reason I can remember. I was plainly naïve, I never asked Nicholas when he might be leaving for Ireland, how silly of me, I just wanted to enjoy having him as much as I could, I can’t blame myself anyway, I didn’t have close friends. I fell in love with him since our first date and since then we’ve only gotten closer each day. He told me that he currently worked at his father’s company but took few months leave to spend time with his childhood friend in Nigeria.

“You have beautiful eyes,” He said calmly.

I shook my head, “Are you just seeing them? You men are so full of flattering words.” We both chuckled.

“Ah come on Chidinma, I’m not flattering you at all. I say what I see.”  If only he knew how extremely more gorgeous his own brown eyes were; they sparkled like stars in the sky.

I watched as he slowly leaned down and kissed my lower lip, I hesitated at first, then he did again, and this time my body made the decision for me, I kissed back and we did it for about five minutes. We were like starving predators and our lips were the helpless prey. Suddenly a huge flame started burning between us; it felt like ‘do or die’. We had to quench the wild flame.

It didn’t occur to me that this little mission of a fire fighter could lead to huge consequences, I later woke up in his arms at midnight. He felt me move and he opened his eyes that shined light in the slightly dark living room. It was then it occurred to me that we actually did ’it ’in the living room, right on the couch.

He pecked me lightly on my forehead and rubbed my shoulders with his soft hand. It truly was an incredible night, a night I never dreamt I would have, but I couldn’t help but feel this guilt consuming me inside. I felt like a vale was removed from my eyes.

“Oh my gosh! What have I done?” I asked myself. “Have I forgotten the oath of chastity I made at church?”

I picked up my cloths hurriedly and started getting dressed but Nicholas stopped me and flung my cloths away playfully. “Come on Nick, I’ve got to go.” I said calmly. A part of me wanted to escape but another part liked what we did.



I was helpless, when he pulled me back into his arms. We did it again; this time softer, calmer, with more passion. It must have been a love spell.

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Benedicta A. Lawrence is a young Nigerian writer who is a lover of art and nature. She is an aspiring sociologist; artist and life coach. Born in Lagos state; she is an undergraduate in the prestigious Osun State University.


QUALITY OR QUANTITY - Issues With Shola Ola

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Two young illiterate women living in the same tenement compound were having a brawl over age. An old man who also lives in same compound intervened and asked what the cause of their brawl was? The first woman answered and said, “She always wants me to greet her first.”

The second woman responded saying the first woman disrespects her a lot. Apparently, neither of them has a birth certificate nor did they know their real age. When the old man asked the first woman what makes her think she was older than the second woman, she responded that she was taller and fatter than her. So she thinks she was older. When second woman was asked the same question, she answered that even though she was shorter and slimmer, she has 11 children while the other woman has only 9 children. Hence, she was older.

Having as many children as possible was a thing of pride in the days of old. Men who have many children were said to be blessed and they command lots of respect in their community. Feeding their children wasn’t a problem since they are usually owners of big farms which they would need all their family members to work on. As a matter of fact, the number of hands they can get to work on the farm would determine the harvest at the end of the farming year. The men were comfortable in their mud houses and seeing their children in tattered cloths was not something to worry about. The quality of life they had to offer the children was not the concern of many.

While it was fashionable to have as many children as possible in the past, continuing with the trend would only breed poverty in our current world. In fact, it is the number one cause of poverty in our society. One may not be wrong to say that poverty in many parts of our society is self-inflicted. I often hear some ignorant Africans say that children come to the world with what will be used to take care of them. If this were to be true, then those who have more children should be the most blessed in our society. This however has not been so. Therefore, it is responsibility of all to enlighten the ignorant ones amongst us like those two young women who were brawling over age that, it is not about quantity but quality.

The ignorant ones in our society are not the only ones who emphasize on quantity; even our highly educated political leaders emphasize quantity over quality through their various policies. They prefer to build new schools for political gain even when the existing ones are underfunded and lack basic facilities befitting good schools. Some of our tertiary institutions are said not to be more than glorified secondary schools. In some states, there are more than 3 tertiary institutions of the same equivalents, and the facilities in these schools when combined together still do not match some lowly rated school outside the shores of our land. Similarly, many of our political leaders easily brag about building hospitals in areas that previously do not have, but usually fail to add that those hospitals neither have qualified doctors to man them nor the facilities to save lives. They waste tax payers money to build prestigious projects like airports when they know that it’s neither viable nor will it attract airline traffic.


It is high time we began to emphasize on quality and not quantity. For me, the number of children a person decides to have is irrelevant as long as he can guarantee them basic needs of life including education. However, I think it is better to have one Dangote or Adenuga than have too many who might turn out to be problem for the society because their parents failed in their responsibilities. So also, I don’t care if there are only few schools in the country as long as they have the basic facilities to make them compete with those in developed societies, neither do I care if there are no hospitals in all the villages in the country as long as the ones available have the necessary facilities and qualified professionals to save lives.

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Shola Olayiwola is a freelance writer. He loves to write and defend the course of his country. 

EDGE OF LOVE - EPISODE 3 - Fiction by Benedicta Lawrence

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I didn’t make it obvious to him that I regretted what we did, or that we were not supposed to do it. “I have made the mistake already, and therefore there is no wrong doing it again, maybe for the last time.” I stupidly thought to myself. I wasn’t even sure anymore if I wanted that night to be the first and the last time.

“It’s really late Chidinma, you can’t go now. I’ll take you home tomorrow. Just spend the whole night with me.” He whispered in a seductive tone and intertwined our fingers. I blushed and stroked his soft brown hair.

The night went by slowly, we spent most of it doing it and staring into each other’s eyes. And ever since that day, we never stopped doing it. We sent SMS to each other every minute. My birthday came up and he bought me an expensive new car, I felt like he was spending just too much on me, but he said to me, “Anything for my queen.”

I felt on top of the world. I was the luckiest woman alive and I had the most wonderful man that any woman would die for by my side. I hardly drove my new car, since Nicholas always wanted to take me everywhere I wanted to go. He once took me to an hair salon around my neighborhood at Ikeja G.R.A. As we got into the salon, all eyes glued to me and Nicholas, I felt a little embarrassed, but then I realized it was actually Nicholas they were all staring at. The wind of jealousy blew on my skin and I had goose bumps. I didn’t want those women staring at my man with their seductive eyes. Nicholas was mine only. I chose to just wash my hair and straighten it because I didn’t want us spending any more minute there.

They were ants and Nicholas, a sugar. Immediately I was done, Nicholas paid and I pulled his arm for us to leave, but one of the ants, which was a dark short lady, called for my attention and whispered to me “Is that your boyfriend?” I gave her a “What’s your business?” look and excused myself.

I heard faintly how she was talking about white men coming to Nigeria to use and dump girls, but I didn’t care. She was just a jealous ant.

Nicholas knew how I felt back at the salon and he smiled. “When a woman feels protective of her man, it means she loves him.” He said winking at me.

We got to my apartment and I prepared dinner for us. Right after dinner Nicholas sat and pulled me on his laps. “Your hair looks good,” he complimented and stroked my long dark hair softly.

“Thanks sweetie,” the words slipped from my mouth. I couldn’t help but add, “I love you Nick.”

Nicholas eyes glowed as he shined his white teeth and said “I love you more Chidinma.” He leaned and kissed me passionately, wrapping his arms tightly on my waist. I threw my arms around his neck and dug my fingers in his hair; he let out a quiet moan.  As we kissed I could feel something roaming in my belly, gosh these butterflies wouldn’t stop!

“You are mine, and I’m yours.” He whispered breathlessly.

As the months went by, I found myself falling deeper and deeper into a well called love. Nicholas meant the whole world to me, every minute I spent with him was like heaven on earth, and he was my first and truest love.

Sometimes I think about the ant back then at the saloon. I feared she might really be genuine. But I had fallen too deep in love that it was going to be impossible to get out of it. I wasn’t prepared for the pains that love brings.


I called Nicholas’ phone, but it wasn’t available. That explains why he hasn’t been replying my texts. I went to his friend’s house but no one seemed to be home. I became extremely worried because this has never happened before; could something bad have happened to him? Or maybe I’m just being paranoid. I eventually called his friend Richard, and he told me to come see him in his office, I wondered why he didn’t just tell me where Nicholas was over the phone, or was I right? Could something really bad have happened?


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Benedicta A. Lawrence is a young Nigerian writer who is a lover of art and nature. She is an aspiring sociologist; artist and life coach. Born in Lagos state; she is an undergraduate in the prestigious Osun State University.

EDGE OF LOVE - EPISODE 4 - Fiction by Benedicta Lawrence

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Hot tears burned my eyes “B...but that can’t be possible. He couldn’t have just left without saying anything!” I almost yelled.

Richard patted my back, “I’m sorry Chidinma, but he did leave. His father needed him back at the company.”

“None of these made any sense to me, he could have just told me! How difficult is that?” Tears flew freely from my eyes and I felt like the earth should swallow me, I was devastated.

“Don’t tell me you are actually in love with him. Are you?” I heard Richard say behind me.

I sniffed and didn’t say anything. I just stood in the middle of his office like a statue while he walked majestically around me. “I see you are… well my dear Chidinma, you are only wasting your time and your tears; you should be with someone like me who knows your worth and would take good care of you.”

I felt disgusted at that moment; I stared at him from his head to toe: he was so short that I could step on him; he had an ugly full beard and a thick mustache. His suit was like a coat on him, gosh! The thought of having something with him, made me nauseous.

“I’ll be leaving now.” I turned to leave.

“Nick said so, you’re such a girl!” He let out a mocking laughter. “He was never in love with you; he just wanted to play around for a while you know? He needed a toy and he found you.”

“That’s not true!” I cried out, but a part of me believed what Richard said.

“Believe it or not, he’s gone forever. Get that into your head.” He walked back to his seat and kept laughing, “Silly girl; you believed all his sweet words.”

I felt humiliated and ran out of the office, tears flying from my eyes; my heart was ripped out and torn apart. My heaven on earth became a living hell.

I got home and broke into more tears, “Nick couldn’t have done this to me, no he couldn’t have.” I tried to convince myself, then I took out my phone and called Nicholas again, hoping it would ring and he would tell me that he’s still in Nigeria and all what his friend said was just a lie. But to my disappointment, that never happened.

I woke up the next day and thought all that happened was just a nightmare, I checked my phone and saw that I had one message, I was excited, but when I checked, it read, “Morning pretty girl, I can imagine how bad your night must have been. I just wanted to remind you that you should think of my proposal. It’s for your own good. You deserve a better man.”

“Such a jerk!” I hissed and threw my phone away.

Now I know it was not a dream. My world felt empty without Nicholas, I was nothing without him, my life was back to the way it was before I met him or even worse, I’ve lost the source of my joy. I cried and cried everyday till tears denied my eyes. I became depressed and sad, so I quit my catering classes and stayed home doing nothing. My life was turned upside down and I found myself hating Nicholas. I gave him my heart, body and soul, yet he dumped me like trash. I was played. But still I couldn’t stop thinking about him; he was graven in my heart. When I woke up in the morning he was the first image in my head, and when I sleep at night, he was the last image I see. I felt like I was going crazy, so pathetic.

I knew I would never forgive him, and I was determined to get my life back. I did what I never thought I would ever do. I applied for a job, and I found myself in an office as the branch manager of a textile company.

Even while working, I kept thinking of our good times together and all the wonderful moments we shared, I knew thinking about him wasn’t helping at all. So I went to my church on a Sunday and talked to my pastor about everything.

I felt like I needed to redeem myself. I was brought up in a religious background: my parents were devoted members of a Baptist church and since I chose to stay in Lagos after I graduated, they couldn’t monitor my religious life like they used to. And of course I drifted for a while before I met Nicholas and then I never went back to church again.

“Old things have passed away and all things have become new.” My pastor finally said and prayed for me. If only it was that easy to forget the past…


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Benedicta A. Lawrence is a young Nigerian writer who is a lover of art and nature. She is an aspiring sociologist; artist and life coach. Born in Lagos state; she is an undergraduate in the prestigious Osun State University.

EDGE OF LOVE - EPISODE 5 - Fiction by Benedicta Lawrence

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It’s been a year now since I saw Nicholas  and I felt proud of myself for the first time, I have moved on; well I thought I did until I got a phone call that stopped my heart.

I was looking through some papers that day in my office and my phone rang. “Argh I should have put this on vibration.” I groaned and picked up. “Hello.” I said reluctantly.

“Chidinma?” A familiar voice asked.

“Speaking.” I replied.

“Um, I don’t know how to start, but please forgive me. I can explain what happened.”

I froze instantly, wait a minute; that voice, that accent, it can’t be.

“Why are you calling me Nick?” I snapped.

“Well I just got to Nigeria and I wanted to know how you’re doing, I need to see you.”

I laughed, “You are so unbelievable. Can you just listen to yourself? You dumped me a year ago and now you call and say ‘I just got to Nigeria and I wanted to know how you are doing, I need to see you.’” I mimicked him.

“I know I was a dollop head, but I swear I can explain.” Even in anger I still loved his Irish accent.

I sighed “I’m very busy today Nick, I have a lot of work to do. Bye!” I was about hanging up.

“Please, please don’t hang up. Can I at least know how you are doing?”

I smiled in annoyance. “Are all men this stupid? Do you think I will stay miserable for the rest of my life? FYI I’m doing great, better than I was with you.”

“You know, I actually never dumped you, that’s why we need to talk… I miss you Chidinma.”

“Just save your breath!” I really wanted to hang up this time, but I found myself restraining.

“Please, in the name of the love we once shared, let’s meet up somewhere.”

“That love doesn’t exist anymore Nick; in fact it never existed.” I hung up.

I looked back several  months ago, six weeks after Nicholas left and something tickled my eyes; Tears.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?” A sister at church asked, I had fainted during the choir practice on Saturday, and was rushed to the church’s clinic.

“I don’t know. I’ve been feeling all nauseous these past few days, in fact I almost threw up my intestines this morning.” I replied “I think I’m sick” I added.

The doctor came into the room where I laid. “Sister Chidinma, the result of the test I took on you showed that you are eight weeks pregnant.” He handed me a paper.

A bomb exploded in my head. “How come? How did that happen?” The sister asked surprised.

“How else does it happen?” The doctor asked rhetorically and left.

A week later I had an excruciating pain, lying in a pool of blood. “My baby.” Was all I kept saying while neighbours rushed me to the hospital.

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Two months passed and Nicholas never stopped sending SMS or calling me, I also never moved a finger.

“A man is here to see to see you madam.” My secretary said.

I gestured for her to let him in, I looked up from my computer and found Nicholas standing before me.

“How did you know I work here?” I was shocked.

“It doesn’t matter, what really matters is that I finally found you.”

He looked unusually sad and I felt pity for him. The Nicholas I knew was always full of life, he always had a charming smile and he never took life too seriously. Was I the cause of this change? I felt bad.


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Benedicta A. Lawrence is a young Nigerian writer who is a lover of art and nature. She is an aspiring sociologist; artist and life coach. Born in Lagos state; she is an undergraduate in the prestigious Osun State University.


EDGE OF LOVE - EPISODE 6

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 “I said I didn’t want to talk.”

“You just have to. I can’t let you continue to think I’m that monster that dumped you Chidinma, I can’t.”

I couldn’t stand looking at his desperate eyes. ”Okay, okay, when I’m done for the day we can meet up.”

We sat in a café and Nicholas ordered black coffee for both of us. “I’m a coward.” He said sheepishly. “My father ordered me to get back home to Dublin. He sent a private jet to pick me up immediately and I had no choice. I could never question my father’s authority. He was told that I was fooling around with a Nigerian girl and he got furious, all he cares about is his fame and reputation. He had always wanted me to marry the governor’s daughter who was only just a friend. He believes that would boost his reputation.”

“Then why don’t you marry her and leave me alone here. Because all you just said would only make sense to me if you tell me why you couldn’t just explain everything to me that day before you left.”

“Yes I know; you have every right to hate me. Richard was my father’s mole, I found out later. Chidinma, I know the kind of father I have: he uses his money and power to get whatever he wants. Even if it’s to take you away from the picture.”

“Huh? What picture?” Then I got what he was trying to say. “Oh, what? So my life is in danger right now?” I poked around fearful for my life.

“No, no, I cleared that up already.” He gestured with his hands.

“I didn’t know I was going out with a psycho rich and powerful business man’s heir.” No wonder he never talked much about his parents. In my mind, I guessed his mother too was a psycho witch. “No offense.”

He rubbed his face with his hands, “No offense taken.”

“So what exactly do you want from me now?” I asked.

“Your forgiveness and your love.”

“Are you implying that we should get back together?”

His eyes replied.

“No Nicholas, that’s never going to happen, I’m not right for you. I’m just a girl, you said that yourself, right?”

Confusion was written all over his face. “I never said that. Quite the opposite, you are the woman of my dreams, you are perfect for me.” He tried to hold my hands and I pulled back.

“Stop lying, your jerk face friend told me everything. You just used me. You played me and you successfully got me into your bed, kudos to you!”

His eyes turned red. “Okay, seriously, what did Richard tell you?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, you got what you wanted and now I’ve forgiven you. You are free to go back to your governor’s daughter.”

“No Chidinma, I want you, I need you. And I never played you.”

I wanted to believe him, but I didn’t want to be fooled again.


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Benedicta A. Lawrence is a young Nigerian writer who is a lover of art and nature. She is an aspiring sociologist; artist and life coach. Born in Lagos state; she is an undergraduate in the prestigious Osun State University.

EDGE OF LOVE - EPISODE 7

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“Richard lied to you; he always wanted everything I had. I was just blinded by the love I have for him. We’ve been friends since childhood, back at Dublin. His father was a partner in my father’s company before he died. Richard sold all of his father’s shares and Later lost everything through gambling. Then he came back here to his mother’s land to start over. I supported him and sent him as much as I could to help. I just couldn’t believe he could betray me like that… he knew I truly love you.”

He looked down, “Well I was told such is life. You can’t imagine how hard it was to live without you; I was depressed, but I never gave up hope of seeing you again.” A bright smile appeared on his face.

He looked his real self again. I couldn’t help but feel happy. I didn’t care if it was all a lie, if Richard only tried to mess with my head, all I cared about was that I and Nicholas might have a chance to be together again. Gosh! I’m stupid in love!

Nicholas kept pursuing me and I kept playing hard to get. Experience sure is the best teacher. But after a while I decided to give him a chance, so I invited him for dinner. "I have something to tell you Nick."

I rolled my eyes. Is it a good idea to tell him about the pregnancy I had? No I shouldn’t, he doesn't need to know. “It wouldn’t bring back the baby. Nick junior is gone." I thought out loud.

"Nick junior?" Nicholas was confused.

"You weren’t supposed to hear that."

"Oh," He pointed his finger laughing, "You watch nick junior? That kiddie’s channel?"

I waved my hand, "No, No."

But Nicholas kept laughing. "That's adorable; you don’t need to deny it."

There was no point arguing with him, he believed I was talking about a kiddie’s channel.

"Anyway I've been thinking a lot lately and..." I paused.

"And?" Nicholas was curious.

I rolled my eyes again, "I'll give you another chance."

Nicholas jumped on me, and hugged me tightly. "Thank you so very much my love. I promise this time there won’t be any regret."

I hoped in my heart that I truly wouldn’t regret.

"But we can't get intimate again, we can't!" I said.
           
"Love is far beyond that, I promise I won't pressure you into that," He smiled. “Until marriage." He added.

I choked on my spit; Nicholas actually wished to get married to me? An unexplainable joy filled my heart. But it was mixed with uncertainty and fear.

"Well now that we are a couple again, there shouldn’t be any secrets between us." I looked into his hazel eyes and he held my hands.

"Okay my secret is that... I placed your picture on my chest every night before I slept while away." He said.

"Nick?" We both laughed, "You know that's not what I meant."

"But that's all I have."

"Well mine...." I paused "Our former intimacy resulted into a huge consequence.”

Nicholas looked at me seriously, "What do you mean?"

"I was carrying our baby, even before you left, I just didn’t know at first." I looked down.

Nicholas was quiet. I couldn’t imagine what was going on in his mind? We stayed quiet for few more seconds, then he lifted my face with his hand, I could see tears in his eyes. "So you lost him?”

"Yes I did."

"I’m so sorry for all the pains you went through; it’s my entire fault. I abandoned you when you needed me the most."

I could see the genuine repentance on his face. Even if I didn’t really want to give him a second chance, I made up my mind to give him that instant; my love, my soul, my body, my all.


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Benedicta A. Lawrence is a young Nigerian writer who is a lover of art and nature. She is an aspiring sociologist; artist and life coach. Born in Lagos state; she is an undergraduate in the prestigious Osun State University.

EDGE OF LOVE – EPISODE 8

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On one cool Saturday evening, Nicholas took me to the beach for a picnic; there were just few people there. He led me to a farther side of the beach, where he said we would have some privacy. It was sun set around then, the beautiful orange sun shone on us as we settled down on the sand. I threw a grape in my mouth as Nicholas poured out the wine into glasses, suddenly I noticed him gulping his wine, he has been looking a little nervous since we got here.

"Is everything alright?" I asked.

He nodded. "Sure, I’m just trying to gain some courage!"

I laughed. "Nick, it’s not even alcoholic! Besides, why do you need more courage today? Anything you want to tell me?"

He cleared his throat, "Please don't mind me, and yes I actually want to ask you something.” He started digging his hands into his pocket. Then he brought out a little black box and knelt on one knee. He opened it and my jaws fell, I saw the most beautiful diamond ring I'd ever seen.

"I love you Chidinma, we've been through so much together and I can’t think of anyone else to say this to; I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I want you to be the mother of my kids..." I was already in tears.

"Will you please marry me?" He asked.

"Yesss!" I hugged him and tears kept falling uncontrollably from my eyes. I never thought I could actually get married, at least not so soon, and definitely not to a white guy like Nicholas.

What about my parents? Well it's a relief that they've met him once when he took me to visit them; though that's not enough reason for them to easily accept him as my husband.

"What’s on your mind?” He asked.
"Well it's just my parents."

"What about them?”

"Nick I think it's going to be hard to convince them about our marriage, and come to think of it, I forgot about your parents too. Ah, theirs is going to be worse; they'll never agree to us getting married, especially your father who wants you to get married to someone else."

Nicholas smiled "You don't have to freak out on that, I’m sure it’s going to be fine. My parents are no problem and definitely  not your parents too."

I was confused. How could our parents not be a problem?  A Nigerian girl marrying an Irish boy doesn't happen frequently, and I know the kind of parents I have; a white guy is definitely not on their list for their only daughter. Two weeks later, Nicholas still seemed convinced that we'll both have our parent’s blessings, he came to my house and handed me my international passport, which he took without my notice, with a visa.

"What’s this for?" I asked.

"If we both have to go to Aba and Dublin to convince our parents, so be it."


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Benedicta A. Lawrence is a young Nigerian writer who is a lover of art and nature. She is an aspiring sociologist; artist and life coach. Born in Lagos state; she is an undergraduate in the prestigious Osun State University.

EDGE OF LOVE - EPISODE 9 (Conclusion)

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"A man is a man, whether he’s from our land or foreign land: as long as you love him and you are happy, we are also happy." My dad said and hugged me.

I was actually stunned with the welcome. My younger brother seemed to be the happiest one, he went around calling his friends to come see his sister’s husband-to-be. "He is an oyinboman" He kept saying.

Nicholas's strong faith worked for us.  We left my parents’ in Aba and flew to Ireland two days later.

At Nicholas's place, the house seemed quieter than mine even after we broke the news. His father was a tall huge man, with a short Grey hair, full beard. He spoke quietly but you could feel so much authority and power in his voice.

I knew he’d be feared wherever he went. I couldn't even look into his eyes; I bet he was an ex -militant.  But no, he was just a business man. Nicholas looked nothing like him apart from being tall; he had his mother’s hazel eyes, straight brown hair, beautiful face, baby pink lips, and her charming smile.

She led me to the garden and we talked for a while. She was sweet and hospitable; she didn't look like someone old enough to have given birth to Nicholas though. I was wrong to have thought she might be a psycho witch.

"Tell me, how did you meet my son?”

“We met at a super market, accidentally, and I think it was love at first sight." I replied.

She let out a charming laughter and I kept telling her more lovely stories of Nicholas and I, she seemed not to have enough of my words.

"Mrs. Anderson, I..."

"Nah, just call me Hannah." she waved her hand.

I chuckled, "Where I come from, it's a form of disrespect: I can’t call you by your name. Besides you are going to be my mother-in-law, so I'm supposed to call you mother." I smiled at her.

"Really? Well, I don’t mind if you call me mother: you'll be like the daughter I never had." She smiled widely and playfully.

Nicholas was the only child of his parents, so that explains why his father was so protective of him. He’s their only heir. After so much talk between father and son, Nicholas's mother and I joined them.

"You seem like a good girl Chidinma. Nicholas is happy with you and I care about his happiness. I agree that I made a mistake when I separated you two before. I realized back then that he was truly in love with you and I can’t sacrifice my son's happiness for my reputation. You both have my blessings, and whatever you need for this marriage to work, I'm ready to provide."


I couldn't believe those words just fell from Nicholas father's mouth. Love is indeed stronger and can overcome conflict.

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(The End)



Benedicta A. Lawrence is a young Nigerian writer who is a lover of art and nature. She is an aspiring sociologist; artist and life coach. Born in Lagos state; she is an undergraduate in the prestigious Osun State University.








HOW A TYPICAL RELATIONSHIP CUM MARRIAGE PLAYS OUT THESE DAYS (A Photo Drama for Cosmetic Surgery)

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All ladies, howbeit pretty
have their danger signs.
But naïve boys don’t see.


Boy graduates from school.
He hallucinates, thinking
he is now a man.


Boy sees a lonely girl on a
lonely road. Foolish. He
thinks he can protect her.


In a bid to impress a girl
naïve boy will borrow
even what he doesn’t have.


A girl may accept your
proposal, not for love;
all her friends are married.


Yet don’t blame girls for
their cosmetic surgery;
all men lie, like the girls.


Soon you see a pre-wedding
shot, wedding IV’; for no one
cares for solid foundation.


Boy forgot totally; the girl
next door. She was there
on his lonely nights.


Couple forgot to see, the
Nosy-neighbour; he would
love to be in their shoes…


Girl next door keeps watching:
This girl came out of nowhere
And took away her “husband”.


Soon they begin to fight…
Husband regrets. Neighbour
impressed. Wife depressed.


Truth is, there is no marriage free
Of worries. Examine your cross before
You carry; it’s a life-time contract.

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This Photo drama is a satire that speaks the unspoken things relating to the spoken word poetry released by EnigmaTic Olumide on 14th February 2017. To listen/download Click on Soundcloud.com or Click on my.notjustok.com







CREDITS:
-Ayomide Bismark as girl
-Chris Da Lecturer as Boy
-Mz'Glory James as Girl Next Door
-Babatunde ATM De Comedian as Nosy-Neighbour
-Girl's friends are onlookers who asked to join us
-Extras are passer-bys

-Spoken Word Poetry by EnigmaTic Olumide
-Produced by Timi
-Live Guitar by Victoh
-Recorded at Fender Studios, Ibadan


STEALING THE CHINESE MODEL - Issues With Shola Ola

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In one of Nigeria’s presidential debates, a presidential aspirant who happens to be a clergyman, while trying to sell his party manifesto to prospective electorates, once said he would “steal” technology from advance countries if he has to, in other to reduce our dependency on other countries and create jobs. The audience who were kind of surprised was heard murmuring while some even laughed at the aspirant.

I remember one of the anchors asked him if as a clergyman it was morally right to steal. Perhaps, if he had said he was going to spy or copy technology from advanced countries, it may not have sounded immoral to the audience and the anchors. As revealed by authors of “In the Shadow of the Dragon”, Winter Nie and William Dowell, when Deng Xiaoping lunched its open door policy in the late 70s China, entrepreneurs like Nan Cunhui, the CEO and Chairman of CHNT group, would buy simple switches, take them apart, and trace the outline of the pieces on paper in other to understand how they worked before going ahead to reproduce them. It was further revealed that many Chinese CEO openly admitted that their strategy in the beginning was to learn from the west, master the technology, and then develop their own products that took the technology further. Today, many Western companies are still afraid that China would try to steal their technology.

The question therefore is, is it morally wrong to steal good ideas from developed nations and replicate same in our society, even if that would create jobs for the army of unemployed youths in our society and reduce our dependency on other nations? If stealing in this case is following the Chinese pattern of industrial revolution, then stealing wouldn’t be a bad idea after all. Today, our nation is a dumping ground for many Chinese products. China herself has become the manufacturing hub of the world as many multinational companies continue to take advantage of her cheap labour.

Like China is, to the multinationals of the world, we also have the intellectuals and the population to be the china of Africa. Yes, the task is daunting but not insurmountable. If it means shutting the borders against those unsophisticated technologies from china and the rest of the world, the government must do it for the sake of our youths who are currently at home doing nothing after many years of graduating from university; and for the sake of the future of our country. Although, our economy is still in recession, however, there are opportunities embedded in every difficult situation. Therefore, now is the best time to start thinking “Nigeria”. Whatever we have capacity to produce in the country should not be allowed in or should be highly taxed to allow indigenous manufacturers compete.

But then, the dream to be the china of Africa would remain elusive if there is no energy to power our industries. It is said that energy is key to economic power, and economic power places a nation in the dominant position on the international stage. It is the responsibility of our leaders to do whatever it takes to provide us with at least 20hrs of electricity. While the government is striving to improve on this, the people too have a responsibility to protect critical public infrastructures like gas pipelines, electrical installations and others. The vandals of these public infrastructures live among us. Like I have advocated in my past articles, enormous resources must be invested in education and into subsidizing industrial development. Education is the foundation of science and technology, and must be given the desired attention, if we are to catch up with the rest of the world. Furthermore, as a way of accessing technology not available in the country, entry pass into the Nigeria’s internal market should be a privilege that should not be given away lightly and that should be traded for something of value; in this case, access to technology.

Finally, the Chinese, like most developed nations would never abandon indigenous companies or manufacturers with the capacity to get a job done for foreign ones, we as a people should always favour indigenous manufacturers before considering foreigners.








Shola Olayiwola is a freelance writer. He loves to write and defend the course of his country. 

“A GOOD NUMBER OF PRESENT DAY POETS ARE REALLY NOT TALENTED” – Interview With A Rising Poet, Duke Luke

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DukeLuke is one of those poets who knows what he wants and is going after same: a student of OAU who released a Spoken word video recently and is aiming to do more. EGC had a chat with him recently, and bets you will like to see what he has to say. Enjoy the interview:
EGC: Can we meet you?
DukeLuke: I'm Olaniyi Olayemi Luke and my sobriquet is “DukeLuke”. I'm currently studying English and Education in Obafemi Awolowo University. My philosophies as a writer are secularism, ecumenism and humanism.

EGC: How would you describe yourself in the world of Creativity and literature?
DukeLuke: I'll say I'm still learning the ropes. In spoken word for instance, I consider myself a neophyte. Essay writing is my forte in creative writing but I've been trying of recent to experiment with other genres.

EGC: What is your main motivation?
DukeLuke: That's hard to say. Anything pretty much can get me motivated - a beautiful lady, state of the economy, a bad news, etc. But I think bad news have a way of getting me more motivated to write. Another thing in creative writing is the way the writings of others inspire you to write. So motivation for me is an admixture of different things.

EGC: Tell us about your future ambition as regards your Chosen career and Poetry?
DukeLuke: My future ambition is to write and write well. For spoken word, I'm inspired by the successes of artists like Suli Breaks, Prince Ea, Efe Paul, Sage Hassan and others. So I'll someday love to reach that peak.

EGC: Who are your mentors in Poetry world?
DukeLuke: Efe Paul, Suli Breaks, Prince Ea, William Shakespeare (his sonnets especially), Wole Soyinka and Niyi Osundare.

EGC: What is that thing that pisses you Off in Poetry world?

DukeLuke: What pisses me in the poetry world is the fact that poetry isn't that lucrative. More so, being an ambassador of quality writing, I think a good number of present day poets are really not talented. That's my opinion. I don't know if it's a generational metamorphosis from what poetry used to be what people want it to be now. But I think a lot of us need to go back to school.

EGC: You released a spoken word poem recently, tell us about it.
DukeLuke: My latest poetry video titled 'I Heard it Through the Grapevine' is a poetic commentary on contemporary Nigeria. It thematically talks about our economy, religious and ethnic rivalry, corruption and other negative things that characterize present day Nigeria. I was motivated to pen it down when I encountered the idiom 'hear through the grapevine'. I immediately fell in love with the idiom and I thought of using it to talk about Nigeria.

EGC: What was the reception like?
DukeLuke: To be honest, the reception hasn't been that good. I guess that's because poetry is still somewhat alien to the consciousness of Nigerians for the most part. The goal of spoken word is to make poetry a medium of entertainment. Nigerians sadly are yet to realize that fact.

EGC: Is there any poet you will like to work with on any project soon?
DukeLuke: Had I the chance, I'd gladly work with Kemistree, Efe Paul and Suli Breaks.

EGC: Any other thing to expect from you soon?
DukeLuke: I'm working on my third poem. I don't know when I'll be through writing it because I'm actually a slow writer with a keen sense for pedantry.

EGC: Any advice for Poets coming behind you?
DukeLuke: Upcoming poets should be patient to learn the ropes. Yes poetry is very fluid. It means each poet defines poetry through their artistry. But then that doesn't mean poetry should be made less aesthetic on account of sheer laziness.

EGC: Thanks for your time.
DukeLuke: Many thanks



CLEOPATRA - a Poem by Enigmatic Olumide

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She’s got her brain in her armpit
Her common sense on her high-heel
But he doesn’t care
She is the only woman he loves

Her demeanor is demeaning
She slays like the deadly-queen, Cleopatra
But that’s what he loves
A woman that will drive all men nuts

Yesterday, they got married
She has removed her artificial lashes
And now he sees
She is more beautiful than imagined

Her home will be hell’s rehearsal
Burning all in the way of her decisions
But he would have no cure for her diseases
What he wants to eat has become his poison

© Enigmatic Olumide

04.04.17. 10:00-10:05am



Enigmatic Olumide Bisiriyu is the CEO of EGC media. He is a Poet, Cinematographer, and Estate Surveyor.

His movie, FULL PROOF, is now out on DVD.

“I WANT TO FORGET ABOUT PERFORMING POETRY AT PRESIDENT BUHARI’S INAUGURATION” – INTERVIEW WITH AUTHOR OF ‘THERE IS A LUNATIC IN EVERY TOWN’ - BASH AMUNENI

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The media is still awash with the latest Poetry book in town, “There is a Lunatic in Every Town”: it will not be an exaggeration to say the reception was impressive. That in a way is no surprise, more because Bash Amuneni, the author, has been in the background for a long time paying his dues and doing due diligence. EGC had a chat with him about a week ago, here he bore his mind on his book, his life, and the iconic performance Poetry he did at the inauguration of Nigeria’s current President- Muhammad Buhari. He also talked about Poetry industry in Nigeria, compared Poetry scene in Abuja and Lagos, and more. Enjoy the interview:

EGC: Can we meet you?
BASH: I am Bash S. Amuneni- an Architect by training, now a Banker with 9 years’ experience, an essayist and also Poet. I am from Nasarawa State with a very cerebral experience of life. I love adventure and also love to travel. I am known more as a Poet.

EGC:Tell us about your journey into Poetry and what has sustained you?
BASH:I only know I have been writing Poetry since 1996 after reading some poems my elder brother wrote. I liked the flow and wanted to copy him. I also stumbled on a hymns book in the house and I fell in love with the structure of the hymns. In between, in Secondary school, I always loved literature classes and I remember being totally lost in the poem “Africa” by David Diop when I was in Junior Secondary School. That's where it started for me, I think. What has sustained me would be just the pure love for Poetry and its ability to influence.

EGC: What is your inspiration?
BASH: Life is my inspiration…the human condition, love, everything around us.

EGC: You did Performance at inauguration of president Buhari, what was
the experience like?
BASH:Oh that...honestly, I want to forget about that experience quickly because it was quite weird. Poetry doesn’t thrive on the pedestal it is delivered on. Poetry thrives in the heart. That is the most important thing. I have never been a fan of Government’s time wasting, administrative issues and bottle necks. The process should have been better, but for the drama before; the body language and ego trips here and there. Some people actually thought they were doing Poetry a favour by including it in the Inauguration program. Fact it, Poets deserve more respect. In all, it was ok, a good experience and I learnt from it.

EGC: Would you say you are satisfied so far with president Buhari or not?
BASH: I can’t say I am satisfied, because the work of Governance never ends. It is a constant and never ending job of fixing and unfixing. So far, The Government has gotten it right in some aspects and has not in some areas.  The work continues and we should give them our full support.

EGC: You are a Performance Poet and a Page Poet, what would you say is the similarity and difference?
BASH: The similarities would be the fact that, it is Poetry which is first a means for self-expression, condensed in words - words that carry with them the intent of interaction with the reader and a certain musicality that excites the senses in a very subtle and maybe unconscious way. Poetry is purely and foremost a medium of an individual’s means of conscious thought, stirred in a mix of true emotions that gains more value through the right use of words. That aspect has to be settled within, before these words may transcend off the page to something much more like spoken word Poetry.


EGC: Who are the Poets out there that challenge you and makes you want to do better than them?
BASH: Challenge may not be the word I like to use and the idea of trying to be better than another Poet is just false. Poetry is first “self” expression, unique to the personality, experience and world view of the Poet. You can never experience the world the way another person has experienced it. Experience is personal. Therefore, you can never express Poetry like another person. I would like to say I admire some Poets like Tade Ipadeola, Niran Okewole, Dami Ajayi, Richard Ntiru, Kwesi Brew, Odia Ofiemun, Lola Shoneyin, Shittu Fowora, Donna Ogunaike, Leon Echa, Tope Sadiq (Torpedo Mascaw), Sage Hassan, Su'uede Agema, Dike Chukwumerije and so many more.


EGC: Take a look at the Poetry scene in Nigeria, what do you think we can do to get more recognition or become mainstream entertainment?

BASH: No craft can stand alone. It needs an industry. It also needs serious media support to be stronger. The nearest craft to Poetry we can take a cue from in terms of set-up maybe comedy- which basically is an individual sharing his thoughts on a stage to a ready audience. Now, comedy is successful because the industry set up works and this took some time to achieve. The comedians always support each other and they have serious support from the media too. If Poetry adopts something similar in terms of a model, it would thrive better. The question is "how do we Poets see ourselves" and how ready are we to engender an industry?

EGC: You are an architect and a banker, two well-paying professions; why go into Poetry after attaining such status?
BASH: Simply the love for Poetry

EGC: Can you compare the Poetry scene in Abuja and Lagos? What are the similarities and differences?
BASH:The Poetry scene in Abuja is very vibrant. We have Freedom Hall Abuja, which has monthly events which showcases Alternative Music and Poetry. A typical Freedom Hall night has about 150 people in attendance. Freedom hall Abuja has had sponsors like Airtel, Startimes and Barcelona Hotel.

We also have the Abuja Literary Society (ALS) that has its Open Mic at least twice a month alongside the book club and book jam all within a month. These events are held at various locations like Salamander Café, Transcorp Hilton and Sandralia Hotel... We have Night of the Spoken Word curated by Dike Chukwumerije, and other events. We have the radio stations and TV stations supporting us as well.

The similarities would be the fact that we have lovers of this art form in both cities. A difference would be the turn out. I am thinking the turn out in Abuja is better. I do not know why. It should have been the reverse but it is how it is now from my own observation. It may just be that people in Lagos are more distracted with size of the city and the dynamics of life there.

EGC: Your book is titled “There is a Lunatic in Every town”; what inspired that title?
BASH: In 2012 or 2013, I was travelling back to my University in Minna and we were passing through Lafia town in Nasarawa State. I noticed the very bold ‘do not urinate here’ inscription on a broken fence or wall and right there someone was almost tracing the letters of the warning line with his urine. It occurred to me that we are just a collection of crazies- from the people or person that painted the warning sign on a broken fence and the other guy bathing the fence in the shame of warm urine. There on, I wrote the poem-Lunatics on the loose. I further adjusted the title to There is a lunatic in every town.

I left the poem unfinished for many years. Then, in 2015 I decided to finish it properly and perform it as a spoken word piece. The first time I did, it was a massive hit with the audience. The phrase never left them. So, I thought it would be nice to adopt it as the title for my debut collection of poems.

EGC: How has the reception of the book been so far?
BASH: Humbling

EGC: What is your marketing/distribution strategy for the book?
BASH: My publishers are handling most of that. However, I know that there would be a lot of book readings in different states and cities around the country.

EGC: Tell us what you hope to achieve in the nearest future, as a banker
an Architect, and a Poet?
BASH: As a banker, I hope to get to the peak of my career, employ everything I have learnt herein and infuse it into the industry of Poetry. As an Architect, I really dream of owning a full Architectural firm, employing a lot of young people and delivering excellence in design. For Poetry, on the short term, I am collaborating in putting together the first Abuja International Poetry Festival in November, 2017. Freedom Hall Abuja continues monthly and in the long term, I hope to put up my sophomore spoken word album in 2018 which should have some very interesting collaboration.

EGC: Perhaps Poetry has paid some bills for you; what would you advice
upcoming Poets to do if they want Poetry to pay bills for them?
BASH:Read, study and write continuously - in no particular order (Laughs). Then, study marketing, learn to market yourself and product, stay humble and be emotionally intelligent.



DAWNING - A Poem by Linda Osuagwu

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Dressed in colorful attires, we beseech the house of God
To sing a joyful halleluiah to the risen Christ
Angels hurray, and the earth exalt
That lamb that was slain, today extol
Birthed to die for the sake of all
Through his death, to war and save the world
And in his resurrection to be reborn in him

Immanuel, is the name of his birth
He grew bearing the message that was too pricey to tell
Crucify him; crucify him; were the echoes so loud
Thirty pieces of silver was all he was worth

Gravely chastised for our sake
To the cross he humbly went
The crown of thorns he meekly wore
 All these he accepted for the love he bore

Our blemishes, curses and afflictions he took along
No grudges or spites did he ever bear
‘It is finished’ was his last ado
His breath was gone and off he slid to the world under.

In three days, he rose from the tomb
Bearing his victory over death & sin
Today in him, and through him, we rise and stand
As conquerors we are born to be!




Linda Osuagwu Onyinyechi is a practicing lawyer, a writer and a passionate poet who has great yearnings to improve the society through her vocation and write-ups. She is a disciple of social engineering and an advocate of peace.

LOVE STREAK - A Poem by Kayode Afolabi

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I fear for my hands,
For it might get burnt.
I fear for my heart,
For it might get pierced.
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I fear for my eyes,
For the tears it might shed.
I fear for my vein
'Cos I know not, how much it might bleed!
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Do I hold on or let go?
Can I survive the cold?
Can I withstand the blow?
Though I can't resist the trail.
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I would leave the past in its casket.
Won't seek protection in its dirty blanket.
For this Flower, I will bear its thorns.
Be the gold, I will be your furnace.
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Be my Ruth.
Let me show you my root.
Have a taste of my fruits.
Your heart, it will soothe.
It is nothing but the truth!


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Kayode Afolabi is studying Mass Communication at the Federal Polytechnic, Offa. Kwara state.

FOLLOW THE LEADER - Issues With Shola Ola

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Before we begin, let me point out that this article will be divided into three parts: the political, the religious and family angle… So let’s begin with the political:

It is not news that the economy of our nation is currently in recession resulting in Naira losing its value by more than 100 percent and loss of livelihood of many of our people. The recession itself which is as a result of the continuous drop in the price of oil, our major source of foreign exchange, has created a kind of hardship many Nigerians have never witnessed before. The impact of this is not only being felt by households, even many states government finds it difficult to discharge their responsibilities to their people. Some states are said to owe their workforce 12 months salaries, and as a result the workers themselves cannot meet their own obligations to their families. As a way of coming out of the recession, there has been a lot of campaign on the need to go back to agriculture which used to be the mainstay of our economy before the discovery of oil. Also, there are campaigns on the need to patronize made-in-Nigeria goods so that Nigerian manufacturers or entrepreneurs can stay in business as well as save foreign exchange. The idea behind this is, if the local manufacturers can stay in business, it means many Nigerians would remain employed.

Until now, our people have always favoured foreign goods at the expense of those produced on our soil. The reason sometimes is just ostentatious display of show self-worth. As bad as this is, one may not be wrong to say that the people are simply toeing the footsteps of their leaders. Our leaders themselves have in the past proved to the people that foreign products supersede those produced on our soil (Nigeria’s minister for information, Lai Mohammed, who ‘incompetently’ said Senegal’s jollof rice is better than Nigeria’s on CNN is an example here; but that is a talk for another day). They rather go for Italian furniture, shoes and suits than patronize local makers of such items even at a price twice higher than those made in the country. Their children prefer to study social studies in United Kingdom or United States than study it in Nigeria. They themselves prefer to go to Germany or UK to treat flu to staying in any Nigerian hospitals. Not too long ago, our law makers in the upper house, in spite of the recession, imported several SUVs for its members’ use, whereas local automobile industries like Innoson are begging for patronage. It’s obvious that those days where political office holders and government officials ride in cars assembled in Nigeria are gone.

Because of the attitude of Nigerians towards local products, some entrepreneurs purposely inscribe foreign names on their products to lure customers’ patronage even when the quality of such product is the same as can be found anywhere in the world. Of course, the main complaint about made-in-Nigeria products has always been that of quality when placed side by side imported ones from advanced countries. However, if our local manufacturers and entrepreneurs are supported by the people and government through patronage, their products will no doubt compete with foreign ones one day.

Just like Nigerian music of today is widely more accepted than the foreign ones by our youths, than in the 90s, with our support Nigerian entrepreneurs would someday produce goods that can compete with imported ones: After all, the Chinese products of today are definitely better than those of yesteryears.

The current economic situation is a wake-up call for us all. While the crusade to revamp our agricultural sectors and patronage of made-in-Nigeria goods continue to gain grounds, our political leaders need to move beyond rhetoric and lead by example. If our leaders would lead by example, the people would have no choice but to follow.








Shola Olayiwola is a freelance writer. He loves to write and defend the course of his country. 







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