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Thursday, July 31, 2025

July 31, 2025

Femi Osofisan: A Titan of African Literature and Social Commentary

Femi Osofisan

Femi Osofisan, born Babafemi Adeyemi Osofisan on June 16, 1946, in Erunwon, Ogun State, Nigeria, is a prolific Nigerian playwright, poet, novelist, and critic whose work has profoundly shaped post-colonial African literature. Known for his incisive critique of societal issues, Osofisan has produced over 60 plays, four prose works, and numerous poems under the pseudonym Okinba Launko, earning him global recognition, including the 2016 Thalia Prize from the International Association of Theatre Critics, making him the first African recipient.

His Catalogue (of works): 










Literary Output and Themes

Osofisan’s oeuvre is vast, with over 50 plays written and produced, roughly half of which are published. His works, such as Women of Owu (an adaptation of Euripides’ The Trojan Women), Tegonni: An African Antigone, and Who’s Afraid of Solarin? (adapted from Gogol’s The Government Inspector), tackle themes of political corruption, gender dynamics, and social justice. His plays often blend African traditional performances with surrealism, exploring the conflict between good and evil while advocating for societal reform. A 2013 study highlights his focus on graft and corruption, noting that plays like Who’s Afraid of Solarin? (1978) satirize Nigeria’s systemic bribery, drawing parallels with Imperial Russia’s political decay.


Gender and Feminist Perspectives

Osofisan’s portrayal of women stands out in African literature. Unlike many male Nigerian writers criticized for marginalizing female characters, Osofisan’s works, such as Morountodun and Once Upon Four Robbers, depict women as complex, autonomous agents capable of leadership and moral ambiguity. A 2009 study praises his feminist consciousness, noting that female characters like Alhaja in Once Upon Four Robbers and Titubi in Morountodun challenge stereotypes, contributing to his reputation as a feminist ally. His 2000 keynote address to the Women Writers of Nigeria emphasized his commitment to gender equality, advocating for women’s roles in peace-building and conflict resolution, as seen in Morountodun.


Pan-Africanism and Social Critique

Osofisan’s plays, such as Nkrumah-Ni… Africa-Ni and Reel, Rwanda, reflect his commitment to Pan-Africanism and anti-colonialism. A 2018 analysis underscores his advocacy for black unity and Afrocentrism, portraying him as a playwright who uses theatre to arouse revolutionary consciousness against imperialism and oppression. His 2013 play All for Catherine, an adaptation of Cao Yu’s Thunderstorm, critiques neocolonialism in Sino-African relations, highlighting anti-Chinese sentiment in Africa.


Impact and Recognition

Osofisan’s influence extends beyond Nigeria, with his plays performed across Africa, Europe, and the United States. His academic career, spanning 34 years at the University of Ibadan, where he is now Professor Emeritus, has shaped generations of scholars and artists. His accolades include France’s Officier de l’Ordre Nationale de Mérite and the Nigerian National Order of Merit in the Humanities. A 2022 article in The Republic describes him as a leading figure of Nigeria’s second-generation post-colonial writers, noting his “gentle but forceful” voice in addressing Nigeria’s socio-political challenges.



Critical Reception and Legacy

Osofisan’s work has garnered significant scholarly attention, though full-length studies remain limited despite his stature. His plays, regularly premiered at the University of Ibadan, are lauded for their political commitment, with a 1979 Daily Times article calling him an “apostle of social resolution.” His adaptations of European classics into Yoruba contexts, as seen in Women of Owu and Tegonni, demonstrate a dynamic intertextuality that bridges cultural divides. A 2021 lecture by Osofisan lamented Nigeria’s descent into insecurity and dystopia, reflecting his ongoing engagement with national crises.


Conclusion

Femi Osofisan’s extensive body of work, rooted in empirical critiques of corruption, gender inequality, and neocolonialism, cements his legacy as a transformative figure in African literature. His ability to weave Yoruba traditions with global narratives, coupled with his feminist and Pan-Africanist ideologies, continues to inspire and challenge societal norms, making him a vital voice in the fight for justice and cultural reaffirmation.


-Grok & Jodekss 




Wednesday, November 27, 2024

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Tuesday, October 4, 2022

October 04, 2022

The Volve

 

Jodekss
'13

Life's a quest for maybe meaning?

To know, witness, realise the desired

Paradoxes curse to consider reasoning

Your needs to better, ace the potholes t(here) littered

You pace, pause, angered n' happy towards to solve

Suddenly, a juncture involving to volve

You consider common strait then your fate twixt 

The truth of birth to dirt our treat 

Then there's the need to retain relevance referent?


©Jodekss Gloatkenf 

Thursday, February 11, 2021

February 11, 2021

Bro Ben by Jodekss Gloatkenf

 
Thought is a product of thinking
Too much thinking can cuss you into sinking
Yet as we be as (human) being being being able to be by walking
Can we do well without wit through thinking?
Can you be without a thought on doing?
Can you be without a thought on undoing?

If you don't think you aren't existing
And if you'd be existing too long, wouldn't you be smelt stinking? 
So bro Ben but me no buts, anything too much is not a good thing

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For as you be, your light neck loads the burdens of the world
Now you drag sickly like a silly slug on a spot pegged down of your own swords
Knowing knowledge is nice as knowledge is your own words
Knowledge is your power but your overly thought upturns your odds

We all are confused because we don't 
understand but what we understand we tend to manipulate.

Jodekss Gloatkenf  '21

Friday, December 13, 2019

December 13, 2019

Once a diary by Jodekss Gloatkenf



Today was another blank page
But even out of nothing one might learn how to tame rage
When you are alone at times
I said at times, loneliness is one of one's best times
When you can reason like in a pretty prison
With something that is minute like rat to reason
With or another emptied bowl to term another round big world
From that you come froward n' onward
You draw the whole of the wild wide world
In a solitary state and noisy silence that is odd
Even items march out and you become stronger
It is necessary to have quiet times to be quite a quiet quieter
To think and do things alone
As dogs do deary a so very dry bone
To be as smarter as the home alone.
Or perhaps I have done deceit with my words
To some extent it was beyond this sister's walls
We went to the market place and it was full of handy hands in pieces
So much people that I couldn't see my legs a-piece
Purchasers were purchasing that new and this new and saying please 
Take this and we become customers that way
Whilst others be like if you'd do me good today, I'll come the next day
Then I adduced life in its complexity be all like this
We have come to buy and sell and leave in piece
To perch awaiting for whatever that is meant to come next
As to us all, we all walk the earth to wear the last vest
For everyone to have life is to deal with death
And it concerns him not whether you be rich or a not-there yet
Plus as we age we rejoice cutting cakes and thanking God
God that gives life n' built death n' put him on board
To roll to ball with us with time till the end comes in his darling destructive Ford
And we stop selling and buying and relatives would cut the chord
They would say no more meetness twixt the living and the dead
Since it is no more plausible for the dead to dine to dig in buttered bread
Hence, life and death be the nada naughty nodes
That make us mankind by the air trotting the nose
Well, who would want to wait to wear the wears which would frame my Father?
It is His world, let's let Him do whatever pleases Him from up His tower!
His short story would convince you! 
©Jodekss 2015
December 13, 2019

A short short story by Jodekss




Characterisation:
Deglede
Fedeh
Geledh.
Ifa priestess(Iya Eleh)
Meisy's daughter.

Fedeh:
Where would we get a head for the sacrifice as arranged Deglede? If we fail to do what ought to be done at the right time the village would start to suffer the consequence soon, starting with my son.

Geledh:
It is all my fault, I shouldn't have troubled the gods where they rest. All I was looking for was fun, not for everything to be in kilter this way. This thing we do just like that back in the city, we take shots of anything and have 'em, you know, uploaded on social networks. Why worrying myself telling you all this! Nobody knows about civilisation or internet here, too bad!

Fadeh:
Shut up, I said shut up, you still have the guts to talk ehn! You still have the guts to talk about civilisation when the gods are all ready mad at you. Your mouth would rotten first, then your manhood, each part one after the other would spoil, till you leave this world behind bad to the gods for further punishments.

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Geledh:
Don't scare me papua, I am no kid, there's nothing like gods, those statute are just some artful works only and...

Fadeh:
Ah, artful works! I said shut up, I am your father and I command you to shut your mouth. I knew by your mouth, you would one day cause me trouble the day you were born, it looked long and coarse like a cassava stem. Be quiet ehn, shut it up, keep it all quiet... Keep... it quiet!

Geledh:
Ah ah! Papa, leave my mouth ah! Let me talk, I am telling the fact Papa!

Fadeh:
What fact? Deglede, you know am in boiling soup, this city son doesn't know how furious these gods could be when sinned against and not appeased at the appropriate time. He is my only son, others are females! Help me out friend. You remember what happened with Meisy's daughter two moons ago!

Deglede:
...

Fadeh:
Why, looking at me like that?

Deglede:
I know the number of sacrifices you made to have him, I am aware of everything. However, I have been to the city before and I have seen how life is there, so social, so much of interesting activities. I would always tell you to come with me to the city but you'd say no, this is a civilised world Papa Geledh.

Fadeh:
What! I can't believe this, what are you now implying ehn! I should go back home and go and take Iyan and Egusi, top up Emu and take one of my wives to bed, pretending all is fine right!

Deglede:
Be at peace! All is fine! I do not see anything wrong with the pictures your son took. Moreover, he'd deleted them. To be honest and to be blunt, I hate the blabbing part of your attitude Geledh, you don't just know when to stop talking. You are hopeless!

Geledh:
Not really, the...

Deglede:
Shut up, I said shut up, you see... Ahem! Listen, the two of you, be very attentive. I went to Iya Eleh's - the Ifa priestess's. I discussed everything with her, she asked Ifa severally, on what to use to appease the gods you said are mad with your son. She came with another thing entirely. She said, "nothing". "Nothing only", "the gods have seen how good life is in the cities and how pictures are been taken there", she added. I guess now, "the gods are not mad but want more pictures", she concluded.

Geledh:
Wow! That is what I am saying!

Fadeh:
Ah ah! Be quiet. Ah, this is madness! Deglede, seriously, on this one, I distrust you, it doesn't make any sense.

Deglede:
Well, I saw that coming! What do you plan we do now?

Geledh:
Yes, I have one...

Fadeh:
Shut up! Let us all go back to our Ifa priestess, I want to hear it with my own
ears!

Exeunt:
Deglede and Fadeh.

Geledh:
These people are so Barbados! And papa's own is worse, eh!

Exeunt:
Geledh.

Entered:
Ifa priestess, Deglede, Fadeh and Geledh.

Ifa priestess:
Deglede, I hope all is fine with you!

Deglede:
It is about the issue you helped me to ask Ifa about yesterday. This is the friend I was talking about.

Ifa Priestess:
May Ifa bless you! But I have told you everything Ifa revealed to me yesterday, haven't I? I told you Ifa said the gods are not mad but that they want more pictures. I don't, unnecessarily ask Ifa the same question over and over again.

Geledh:
Oooh! That is simple, I would go and take more when we leave here!

Ifa priestess:
And who on earth are you, who is that young man Deglede?

Fadeh:
He is the youngest of my children and my only surviving son, Geledh. He is the one who did what ought not to be done!

Ifa priestess:
May Ifa forgive you and bless you.

Geledh:
Amen ma!

Ifa priestess:
Ifa is not like us man, he talks in parable, meaning, in unearthly language or words, that he said the gods want more pictures doesn't mean you'd go there and take more shots, understood? Are you from the city young man?

Geledh:
Yes ma'am!

Fadeh:
Education has spoilt him, if I had known I would've pinned him down here from birth to farm beside me here.

Ifa priestess:
Don't be worried old man, everything happens for a purpose. To my understanding, that is how they do in the cities these days, all my children are there too, I have forbidden them from taken pictures of anything the gods or Ifa wouldn't like to share with the outside world when they come home. As I was saying, Ifa is parabial, what Ifa implied was that we should encourage civilisation in our village here, to be in meetness with the outside world. You see, the gods and Ifa want what's best for us!

Fadeh:
Thank you Ifa priestess. I am now at peace, having known the gods are not mad with my son and with our peaceful village! Thank you my friend too!

Deglede:
Don't thank me, what are friends for! Let's just thank your son, his mistake has given us a go to begin the journey to be as civilised as the cities are down there! We are blind before but its a thing of the past from today henceforth. The message of Ifa shall reach our Oba and all the heads in this village. We should start from there.

Fadeh:
Hmmn! Everything works together for good really. It looks odd and it's good at the same time!

Geledh:
Aww... The gods are not mad but want more pictures!

Exeunt:
All.

The End.
By Jodekss Gloatkenf ©2015

Monday, December 2, 2019

December 02, 2019

EXPENDITURES by World Barnabas



What will I offer you 
or how should the dialogue begin! 
Fate mixing with records 
a new line 
for the old moon 
mood of blood and wings 
for order and journey 
in route of totem gifts. 
Roots and plants 
leafs that grow in human memories 
and those soliciting the 
melanin of the dead 
bringing to judgment 
praise and fantasy 
soles and seeming sermon 
of unworthy existence of knob-lord. 
Conversion of confession 
to cube of sticky flesh 
hips on earth's crescent 
and pools of magnetic field 
healthy rob of oranges 
in phalanges of sensual assonance 
meeting camel of myriad jinx 
propelling pants with incantations 
reducing mutual multiplicity 
to subtraction of conscience 
into bones and fiery tears
of merciless merchants 
and gracing mat of egbére 
the banking treasury of 
rushing fame and fading constellations. 
Pepperish gnashing 
of diluted technology into 
class of clashy calabash 
forcing cowries out of the 
corridor of olókun sèníadé 
processing innerman with 
dreadlocks of affiliated Samson. 
Casino of lotus 
in sexual images of loins 
party testament 
of foregathered tomorrow 
and woods of Lamurudu's visit 
in Bayero of Goddot 
that can sing and dance 
without acoustic measure of sounds. 
Then he said: 
'I've come for balancing pace
of inks in serpentine folds 
to write on those unborn 
bamboos of golden sheets. 
In our database 
mature minds can borrow 
up to the fifth grades of souls'
machineries with semen covenant
while eating elders will shift 
teller of virtues to the sixth generations.'
Farms and its harvest 
is meant for living footprints 
while soils of nutrients 
are being shared between 
deeds and trends 
shrouds and hidden caveat 
of dead, living, and unborn. 
Backgrounds and foreplays 
are those watery panels 
that change rainbows 
to screens of monochromic attitudes 
where kings of many reigns 
plants with flourishing flowers 
seasons of crimson prophecies 
admit unethical transformation 
to relics from dashing shadows 
and skeleton of six-feet pajamas. 
I will sing of those
unexplainable melodies 
that come through the 
coloring waters from empty mails. 
I will dance bàtá 

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with symphonies of àgídìgbo 
to enjoy momentary tides. 
We might come 
through the safeties in white garments 
to blend ourselves with world 
of haunted stores to negotiate 
mathematics of living peace. 
WORLD BARNABAS 

29/11/2019 
1:35 PM 





Friday, November 22, 2019

November 22, 2019

Short epic lineation fall for Sir A-One on his birthday by Jodekss Gloatkenf

🅑🅘🅡🅣🅗🅓🅐🅨 light-short epic poesy for ‌🇸‌🇮‌🇷 ‌🇦-‌🇴‌🇳‌🇪 2018 [R͟e͟l͟o͟a͟d͟e͟d͟] for 2019's
Sir A-One on your LEFT and the author on your RIGHT. 

Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. Oʜ, ʏᴀʏ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ!

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His birth brought the being of a wondrous ray 
of the sun on this blessed blissful day
The worth of the cloud were cooling and creamily glowing 
With the breeze of the breeze breezing, swooshing singing
singing haply on high in their tonal codes echoing through
The four pillars bolstering the plane of this planet's course
All ears heard of the news of his birth like the birth of Jesus
The Andrew through whose light lives shall first
In whose credible prize no monies could host

Yay! The Cherubs in paradise pray preying to fill into your space
For your ways are glorious and crystal like the rare diamond
from far places past the ken of men in the planes of the almond
Plant which emits living breath unto goodness of any race
Oh! Goodnews you're good and another good news is you're humble:
So mellow like the ways brook look calm to the face it flows without a babble
And the ways chameleon in its glorious fame walks with ease
But yet unique and so you as well unto a lion
In whose gentle looks lie the craziness of a devouring aeon
As your calmly looks cannot be contemned for granted lest your fangs fly tearing stones so
So you are the best of your kind and thy birth is unto a king
With tons of minions at nurture through your creative know-hows being

And aye shall I forget how supportive and believing you be?
Shall I not speak of your astounding innovative intellect nay?
Shall I not loud lauding (of) your practices to see the goodness in your fellows?
Shall I not sing of your kindness when you tip the needy cows?

Shall I not lament of how they try and always mock you?
Shall I not condemn when they wanted to defile you?
Shall I not rebuke life for not giving us the two of you?
Shall I not plead God to keep your aura high and your morale high?

As the stars in the skies to be today would party for you tonight
As the sun would shine on high golden for you at noon
For the morn as being clear and desiring unto humanity today yet
As the Father of the spirit of mankind enlarged your fountain so
As the mother heart be at a felicity as it is your day
I as well have come in my humble and gay gown to wish you brotherly
With wishes of hale health and hearty heart
Much more monies and longer life to expend 'em
Far far distances to your feet to places of dreams
And stages ye have resigned in your thoughts as seem's
And I say, happy birthday, rejoice in His mercies till He comes.

Nov/22/2018

Pour pure poo nonsense lines poking sense papa Pengician is person pouring please peace pooh 
Fathering ducks mothering men's and women's wasteful lifestyle like a mighty murderer
The Mister sarcasm and an enthusiast and founder of a correction center for licking tits
Tits whose teething problems be always not lying with the teeth though as money is the pill
Oh, little poor souls have suffered fine for good through his acrid words; 
well that's crude 
and good, 
it's what we should, 
tell the truth
Let's be brute
Call a tit a tit
A cock a cock
Naught souls 
wasteful souls
Drunk on Guinness
Useless business 

Hey jare, so sorry 
For the diversion
It is so that thy attention
Could be caressed on curry 
Telling the things he does
Why he does the do a boss
Complicatedly simply like a
Cassowary pampering baby tray 
Or a day light lighting nunnery
For life, straightness being rickety
Is our time for
Things new now gore
Now now noon
Noon now none
None now dawn... 

Hence his birth bear earnest and blunt, swift like a pleased piercing thunder
Warri warrior who's with the headset bearing the jaw set and cheek set wearing bearded set
A wonderful nature bending lows and highs to make meet his dreamt dreams doing do's and don'ts 
not minding the critique no, nah, nay nor buts 

Yay, thy dear birth be the redemption 
lost souls need but they don't know they don't know
Thus you shine thy light yet their badmouth caption
With wit n' with contempt like 'em blackish crow
You shall ace telling things as you fit feel
Your calling cools, wide n' wild natural doing your things 
Be better for the heaven above now as thee reel
this roll and may ye make it big soon sipping with kinky kings! 

©Jodekss Nov/22/2019

Much love to this bro! And happy birthday to him again...        (っ´▽`)っ ♥... 

Friday, November 1, 2019

November 01, 2019

thINKer by Jodekss



Yet I have audiences I don't have; as I've to talk about a lot at times, I choose silence suitably. 
I've a lot to talk about which only many books will be able to contain, maybe. 
A lot of questions swerve around in my head to ask. 
A lot of answers known words are difficult to explicitly reel as task. 
A lot each of my heart beat listens to and reinterprets in multifaceted phases daily.

Powerful proverb that can change your self life... 

At times I over do doing what I do
Just as there be consequences for doing too little
So are there for doing too much not to remove the back of a turtle
It's tho' better to not bread with a fool n' better with a good guru
For for a fool is to think wisdom is his to boss
But the wise knows he knows there are more to all he knows. 

© Jodekss

Monday, September 30, 2019

September 30, 2019

Congratulations! By Jodekss


It is not easy to rejoice with a neighbour instantly who gets what you have been longing for just like that. Hundreds of questions beginning with ‘why’ or ‘how’ would run through your head in a matter of few seconds before you could congratulate the fellow. At times you just turn back and leave in regret, confusion, hatred, envy as you do not understand why yours is so difficult to do already. That is nature for you. That is human for you. Feelings like such in such an occasion can be said to be automatic for everyone in your situation out of frustration.

There are some principles about life though you seem to have taken for granted which are eye opener on how things work under the sun from the beginning of time and yet. Understanding these principles would not allow you to dwell too long in these negative thoughts at any point in time –they will keep you in good position to receive your own long awaited blessings. The more you reflect on negativities like those, the more they spread and make matter worse. Don’t you dwell in them!

There is appropriate time for everyone. There is season for everything. There is the appropriate time for night to come and go and for day to come and go. The two should not come together or go together at the same time. Just as it will be very odd for everyone in the world to be born at the same time –imagine how uneven everything will look like if it is like that. If what you need so much has not reached you yet, that does not mean yours is not on the way. That does not mean your sins are the worst in the history of humanity. That may not mean you are not prayerful enough. When what you want or need reaches your neighbour first, it is not a sign that yours will not reach you later. It would definitely. The only difference is that just as it has been conditioned for day to come then night so as it, for you. The person’s blessing is to come first, then yours later in time.

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Dwelling too long in poor feelings will shift your position from receiving at your own appropriate time. This is just like as we snooze alarm farther in time on our cell phones. If/when your neighbour gets what you have been crying in the open and in the closet for, walk up to such, rejoice with or congratulate such wholeheartedly. Don’t do fake congratulations please! Do it from the bottom of your heart having understood your season is close by in good faith –when the person you congratulated would have no choice but to congratulate you too out of awe.

Most times we shy away from wishing others well when they actually have a quarter of the blessings on the way to us and because we do that, the blessings become someone else’s and we are back to square one. How long must we continue to live like this –with attitudes that keep pooling backwards our blessings? Find it easy to rejoice with your neighbour; even if out of arrogance the person feels s/he has the best of blessings. If you have rejoiced truly, yours might just be better. Wʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ WILL ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ.

© Jodekss

Sunday, September 8, 2019

September 08, 2019

Like on His Blindness (Sonnet)


When I considered how my light is spent
O'er my days with this sugarcane that is short
I feel I need to rend or make repent
My call afore my birth He has given as my worth
I am away around feeling lost found laughing amid good friends
Poking fiends n' wishing 'em baptised to end my shame
The cross I have on my neck is loaded light
The force backing up my plight is purity.

When's  the last time you considered a short ODE like that?
I have seen enough that death has seen his own end
My call I wish I would water or bend
But zillions be the art at His bidding speed
So should I reject the truth to trudge the right thoroughfare?
Even or though my white is watered dirt because of my weed
Till in my own shroud; I will ne'er wait to declare.

© 2015 Jodekss Gloatkenf

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

August 27, 2019

Versed for black WOMEN

Pencil Art © Pelumi Ponmile

Tho' Sarah Baartman's black behind became rousing tool
Her carcass was even erecting their libido's experimental pool

Toxic tout toured my teary eyes across my round nose
reeling through the cactus cuts on black women's toes

Are you ready to RELEASE? 😘

Aníkúlápó broke the seal towards Chinese soil
Roamed their earth a lady black panther without moil

Now millions more yet change the narrative far and near yo
Sissy Serena, sister Serena's sister met stealing the show
Coco came in too to race her course; she raised her brow
Her swinging hand sang the ball to scream-echo a crow
Lo la witch as they call you you yoke the law of gravity
Triple danger rolling baby Biles flashed more twain flips by!

A womb cannot belong to the cadre I cruise around in reality
I worship originality of the black Beyoncè's purity pretty.

© Jodekss Gloatkenf

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

August 13, 2019

Releasing by Jodekss Gloatkenf

I͟t͟ c͟o͟u͟l͟d͟ b͟e͟ a͟w͟k͟w͟a͟r͟d͟ a͟t͟ f͟i͟r͟s͟t͟, b͟u͟t͟ t͟h͟a͟t͟ d͟o͟e͟s͟n͟'t͟ m͟e͟a͟n͟ l͟o͟v͟i͟n͟g͟ i͟s͟ n͟o͟t͟ t͟r͟u͟e͟. A͟s͟ t͟i͟m͟e͟ a͟d͟v͟a͟n͟c͟e͟s͟ s͟w͟e͟e͟t͟ f͟e͟e͟l͟i͟n͟g͟s͟ b͟e͟c͟o͟m͟e͟ m͟u͟t͟u͟a͟l͟, h͟e͟a͟v͟e͟n͟l͟y͟. 

J͟o͟d͟e͟k͟s͟s͟ G͟l͟o͟a͟t͟k͟e͟n͟f͟


Scamp we all have been
Funny! Just at some junction as we arouse so
Those mighty moments when we men with women
Would imagine an honeymoon in the far laps of Finland's
thousands lakes below whilst thousands more islands lie adjacent from Indo
Cuddly us on paradise's golden floors with diamonds glowing virtuous clouds
And melodies of angelic skanking tools bolting us closest on foamy lilies....
Oh I have been there too, severally too!
As my mates have too, severally too
Some would lie true; skirts pretend shoo
When we lie in the sweet lies in our heads
Which release us from the anxiety of a first kiss of the Ms, Mrs
Or the trepidation that sucks like black hole of a first injection
Then ejection... pours cloudy cream clearing
the clam 'cross our mouths to make lousy moan:
"More, more, tour, turn - more, oh more!"
Tho' in reality releasing can be ruse or sore.

Could you imagine the ROMANCE OF ADETUTU?!

© 2019 Jodekss Gloatkenf
August 13, 2019

Adetutu by World Barnabas

T͟h͟o͟s͟e͟ t͟h͟a͟t͟ g͟o͟ s͟e͟a͟r͟c͟h͟i͟n͟g͟ f͟o͟r͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟, o͟n͟l͟y͟ m͟a͟n͟i͟f͟e͟s͟t͟ t͟h͟e͟i͟r͟ o͟w͟n͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟l͟e͟s͟s͟n͟e͟s͟s͟. A͟n͟d͟ t͟h͟e͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟l͟e͟s͟s͟ n͟e͟v͟e͟r͟ f͟i͟n͟d͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟, o͟n͟l͟y͟ t͟h͟e͟ l͟o͟v͟i͟n͟g͟ f͟i͟n͟d͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟. A͟n͟d͟ t͟h͟e͟y͟ n͟e͟v͟e͟r͟ h͟a͟v͟e͟ t͟o͟ s͟e͟e͟k͟ f͟o͟r͟ i͟t͟. 

M͟a͟r͟k͟ T͟w͟a͟i͟n͟


ADETUTU

If body were an Idol
I will choose you as my gift
If trigonometry were media lettering
I will tell them I have a perfect shape
If future were pillow dreams
I will rather stay in your moments forever.

My heart is an art gallery
A paint on the wall and sketches in your will
Your play diary is like Louvre in Paris
In an exhibition of engraven gem
To engraft the stream of beauty
In a body made of Jasper and sapphire.

I checked you at the tryst
Between fruits and windows of genesis
For subtle envelope of eyebrows
That televised meeting with Belinda
In continent beyond the flow of Zambezi
About the melody of second cum-ing.

I may call you sponsored mermaid of India
A sojourner in Jamaican beauty
You're neither Black nor White
But a perfect blend of Guinea Millet
With Algerian Peony in freedom land
Drawing vagabond to Kilimanjaro salvation.

Hope you haven't forgotten again AFRICA is the origin of humanity...

Painter of water melt in Sheba's treasure
To build home with Ebenezer's symphonies
Luring your shadow to settle disputes
Between African mothers and modernization
And bear children of colorful memories
Casting ampe-jumping game and tumatu.

Petals and blossom flowers
Filling the vacuum in rights of passage
Bring back the glory of Albatross
Meandering the wonders of your gaits
Come to me as the spring of missing axe
To renovate magical entrance of Seven Stars Hotel.

©WORLD BARNABAS





















August 13, 2019

The thing - Home



Hasn't one got to spew phones hard to decode as 
to the abode where peace within n' without the spirit sit? 
Where's tagged yo even tho' a swallow cause woe crow can't swing so-
Tho' tattered the tinted iron sheet where monies plummet
As the gutter cause gustatory gas turning our tummys tumbling 
Being like my street, Africa boom, acrid smells-
Malodorous litterings line too with yellow ejects of anuses 
Headquarter-ing the singsongs being of flies of dis-ease. 
Arboretum in the States houses the little boy Bosnai (bomb) 
And the Sussex's end of the world's land's cliff bear this beauteous glance
if mounted; as well as the meddling in the middle of the Middle East
To the south of xenophobic4 south of Africa
Past pounding the heartbreaking 94th rape through crescent of Algeria; 
True I love the seven seas,  continental call as the crown sited in the States

No paradise on earth betters  my home, the aborigine
Africa's my home: the root suffering the yokes of her vine. 

© 2019 Odunayo Areyemi

Friday, August 9, 2019

August 09, 2019

#Freesowore

The sad truth is
Nobody in ‌🇵‌🇴‌🇱‌🇮‌🇹‌🇮‌🇨‌🇸
Tells the whole truth is
politic ‌🇮‌🇸 why politics
as a ‌🇩‌🇦‌🇳‌🇬‌🇪‌🇷‌🇴‌🇺‌🇸 game is4
Paying the price
already of whatever it is
you are buying jeez.

Read an amorous verse by the same author...

© 2019 Jodekss 

Make dem sha #Freesowore

Friday, June 21, 2019

June 21, 2019

About the Rattle Poetry Prize


The annual Rattle Poetry Prize offers $10,000 for a single poem to be published in the winter issue of the magazine. Ten finalists will also receive $200 each and publication, and be eligible for the $2,000 Readers’ Choice Award, to be selected by subscriber and entrant vote.

Additional poems from the entries are frequently offered publication as well. In 2018 we published 31 poems that had been submitted to the contest from just over 3,000 entries.

With the winners judged in an anonymous review by the editors to ensure a fair and consistent selection, an entry fee that is simply a one-year subscription to the magazine—and a large Readers’ Choice Award to be chosen by the writers themselves—we’ve designed the Rattle Poetry Prize to be one of the most inspiring contests around.

Past winners have included a retired teacher, a lawyer, and several students. It’s fair, it’s friendly, and you win a print subscription to Rattle even if you don’t win.

Read also:
Linda Ikeji Prize for Literature

DEADLINE:
July 15th

Information

Guidelines / How to Enter
Code of Ethics

Thursday, June 20, 2019

June 20, 2019

Linda Ikeji Prize for Literature 2019 - Worth 1million Naira


Linda Ikeji who is the most successful blogger in Africa has rolled out a massive opportunity for the African writers. The African Indie Writers Review (AFIRE) journal is happy to announce the 2019 AFIRE Linda Ikeji Prize for Literature worth N1,000,000. (Almost $2,800). This Prize for Literature Award Opportunity is the first of its kind.


Details of the Programme


African Indie-Writers Review (AFIRE) is an e-journal strategically positioned to hold out a hand to new, contemporary and audacious African writers most interested in taking their work to a wider world.

Linda Ifeoma Ikeji (born 19 September 1980 in Nigeria) is a Nigerian blogger, author, entrepreneur and former model. She is known for her blog. Linda Ikeji’s blog is apparently her biggest company. After graduating, Ikeji started blogging in 2006.  She became an active blogger in 2007 using a Blogger subdomain, lindaikeji.blogspot.com, and then received her domain www.lindaikejisblog.com

On August 22, 2016, she announced on her blog the creation of her online television network, Linda Ikeji TV, along with the other brands she founded. Linda Ikeji TV broadcasts a variety of programs from talk shows to reality shows to television series and movies. The network produces some of its programs and also purchases television content.

Linda Ikeji has also ventured into online radio shows. The station is operated by the media office Linda Ikeji. Some of his shows will be broadcast live on Linda Ikeji TV.

Linda Ikeji also opened a music platform called LindaIkejiMusic, launched on November 21, 2016, but rested three months after its launch. Linda Ikeji has launched a social networking platform called Linda Ikeji Social under the domain name LindaIkejiSocial.com.

Ikeji runs a charity project with the motto “I’d rather be self-made; No thanks”. The Initiative is aimed at young girls aged 16 to 25 who had good business ideas and who were ready to engage in the creation of the business. It spent 10,000 NGN during Phase 1 of the project.

The 2019 Afire Linda Ikeji Prize for Literature is aimed at giving Africans the Major Opportunity in the Global Stage. Here are basic details you should know about the Afire Linda Ikeji Prize for Literature.

Eligibility


The Literature Prize is for African Students and Applicants from any African Country. Here are some of the listed African Countries.  Algeria, Angola, Benin, Botswana, Burkina Faso, Burundi,  Cabo Verde, Cameroon, Central African Republic (CAR), Chad, Comoros, Congo, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Republic of Cote d’Ivoire, Djibouti, Egypt, Equatorial Guinea, Eritrea, Eswatini (formerly Swaziland), Ethiopia,

Gabon, Gambia, Ghana, Guinea, Guinea-Bissau, Kenya, Lesotho, Liberia, Libya, Madagascar, Malawi, Mali, Mauritania, Mauritius, Morocco, Mozambique, Namibia, Niger, Nigeria, Rwanda, Sao Tome and Principe, Senegal, Seychelles, Sierra Leone, Somalia, South Africa, South Sudan, Sudan, Tanzania, Togo, Tunisia,  Uganda, Zambia, Zimbabwe

Competition Categories

There are six categories for material to be submitted to AFIRE Linda Ikeji Prize for Literature 2019. Congratulations if you’re talented in these categories.

Fiction, Prose – full-length novels: published, self-published or unpublished.

Fiction, Prose – short stories: published, self-published or unpublished

Non-Fiction – published, self-published or unpublished

Poetry – collections: published, self-published or unpublished

Drama – published, self-published or unpublished

Social media essays – collections: published, self-published or unpublished.



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Nigerian AGIP Postgraduate Scholarship Award Scheme 2019/2020

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Apply for Nigeria LNG Limited Undergraduate Scholarship 2019

Google Africa Certification Scholarship 2019/2020 For Young African

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Lagos State Undergraduate/Postgraduate Scholarship Award Scheme 2019

Competition Requirements

Before you submit your Article to AFIRE make sure you meet up to these specifications and Instructions as stated below.

The Applicant must be an African or an African in the diaspora

All materials should be submitted in Microsoft Word file format. Pdf files are allowed for only poetry submissions where the original format is considered a critical part of the aesthetic presentation.

Materials could be of any topic and theme, as long as it demonstrates a clear and undisputable motion for growth and development, enlightenment and humanity on the continent.

New African writers in diaspora holding valid passports of any African country are eligible to participate.

The decisions of the judging panel are final.

Before going further, I want you to read this; 5 Laws on How to Pass any Scholarship Exam you Write

Competition Worth:

The 2019 Linda Ikeji Prize for Literature is officially worth N1,000,000 (Almost $2,800). The Prize will be awarded to the best presentation in the Competition which will be decided by the Judges. This is going to be an annual event.

How to Apply:

Applications are currently been submitted for the 2019 Linda Ikeji Prize for Literature. All entries should be forwarded to afire18@gmail.com

Application Deadline:

Deadline for submission: June 30, 2019. Welcome to the new literary drum on the continent  For more Details follow Linda Ikeji on Instagram Here and Get daily Updates about Qualifications and Disqualifications by the Judges.



Wednesday, June 12, 2019

June 12, 2019

First Curtain - World Barnabas


I will sing a paint
through mat of mystery
into world beyond map
and window above panther
tickling chorus of colorless writing.

Parabola of scarlet union
above riddles of flesh and blood
taming lovers in waters and trees
to speak of unbroken walls
in treasures of darkness beyond.

We're the children of the spirit
a jinx in anticlockwise ceremony
male-knight and female-king are we
as we sit upon rocks of ages
to manipulate seedlings and stars.

Legion of gods in Green River
to plant us in human history
through stolen placenta
umbilical cord of old prophecy
in shawl of fresh limbs and intestine.

In our database and culture
a mother of seven lives
is being processed to a child
duckling the length of days
into barter of kolanut and incision.

People are also reading WEDLOCK EXHIBITION

Because of many blind eyes
heavy curtains seems beautiful
and spouse harbor them for decorations
strongman stumbled on innerman
to summon inhabitants to dance of spirits.

©WORLD BARNABAS
June 12, 2019

The Change (Nigeria's Democracy Day)


Our state be... factual --
being beyond phantasy
shore -
The ray's race,
in paces be so scorchy
The Breath we breathe,
be tagged choky -
too cheap to buy

Life's ne'er been, being
this gowned gore
Death being coldly nigh,
caressing us n'
calling, too touchy
To rebuff 'cause,
''we are hungry,'' too tired
to guy
The more arduous
we moil and toil
The graver their
policy posits man
dis-ease,
Crude's so... cost, pepper
n' tomato are... lost.

This mantra things in act,
actually boil
To self, in pragmatic, aeon
change be stealth to ease
Comes hard slowly - crying
for sacrifices in killing cost

There be dearth nay,
black clouds loosed on hold
On our comatose land,
feeling feebling to bold

In tarry, cirrus'd come up in
on the longed morn
And our land fertile again,
shall be proud n' give us
rich cocoa n' corn.

©2014 Jodekss Gloatkenf