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Monday, December 29, 2014

Kwame Ataapim

Kwame Ataapim was born in famine:
He lost his parents before his birth;
He lost his sight before he could see;
He lost his teeth before he could bite;
He lost his feet before he could walk.

Kwame Ataapim was born in war:
He stood on the rock and split it apart;
He tugged at the rope and tore it in two;
He breathed on the sea and burnt it up;
He gazed at the fire and froze it up.

Kwame Ataapim was born in need:
When they were eating they never called him;
When they were planning he wasn't around;
When they were leaving they didn't see him;
When they were killing they didn't spare him.

Written by D. E. K. Krampah (all right reserved)

The poem was post because of few lessons to be learnt from it.
The poem is a tragic one, it reveals how less concerned African countries are with their masses and the poem didn't fail to reveal the negative effects of war and elements of war. When there is war, there will be needs. When there is war, there will be famine. When there is war, there will be lost of lives, confusion, diseases, etc.

The poem makes us to know how war affected the life of the character (Kwame Ataapim). He suffered multiple disabilities, yet, we could see elements of ability in his disability (stanza 2 of the poem from line 7-10: he stood on the rock and split it apart; he tugged at the rope and tore it in two; he gazed at the fire and froze it up.)

Part of the flavor of the poem is that it will make the reader wonder: how could Kwame Ataapim stand on the rock, when he had "lost his feet before he could walk"? How did he see the fire, when he had "lost his sight before he could see"?

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

They Walked And Talked (composed by Prof. Uche Okeke)

They talked and walked,
walked and talked and talked_
talkative homing dames;
mothers, grandmothers, all homing,
returning from a distant mart
baskets on heads, words on lips_
gossip or talk tales of folks at home.

They clapped their hands;
they screamed from time to time;
they moved their heads in most expressive ways_
their hands spoke even louder than their tongues_
as they swept like a great Saharan wind
along the winding beaten tracks
before them, silent, deserted.

Not even the discordant creaking of the toad;
not even the noise of insects here and there,
not even the songs of birds everywhere,
were heard above the noise of these homing folks
who (forgetful of the ancient saying
that even blades of grasses are living ears)
could not restrain their long and wagging tongues.

This poem was written by Prof. Uche Okeke. He was born April 30, 1933. In 1960, he got the Poetry prize in the national literary competition organized by the National Arts Council.He authored Tales Of Land Of Death in the year 1933.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

What Makes A Good Poet?

My interest is really in this

could it be a hairy person

or master of Shakespearean words?

Must he know the life in prison

like Chris Abani for instance

or the famous white bearded man?

Maybe complexity makes a good poet

or maybe the master of imagery?

My interest is in what makes a good poet,

a good bard, a good muse, a good poetess

I know the renaissance will credit themselves

I'm sure the free verses will raise their hands

the traditionalist sijo, tanka

and haiku moguls will raise hands

claiming a good poet

be candid

to possess an editor

does it make a good poet?

To share poems with friends

does it make a good poet?

To have a published anthology with catchy title

does it make a good poet?

What makes a good poet?

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Saturday, October 18, 2014

John Pepper Clarke's Agbor Dancer

("Agbor Dancer" J. P. Clark) by Obodokasi E Agbor

See her caught in the throb of a drum
Tippling from hide-brimmed stem
Down lineal veins to ancestral core
Opening out her supple tan
Limbs like fresh foliage in the sun.

See how entangled in the magic maze of music
In trance she treads the intricate
Pattern rippling crest after crest
To meet the green clouds of the forest.

Tremulous beats wake trenchant
In her heart a descant
Tingling quick to her finger tips
And toes virginal habits long
Too astrophied for pen or tongue.

Could I, early sequester'd from my tribe,
Free a lead-tether'd scribe
I should answer her command call
Lose myself in her warm caress
Intervolving earth, sky and flesh.

NOTE: Whenever we want to mention J. P. Clarke and his poetic work, what comes to mind first is AGBOR DANCER; a great piece of poetry with powerful dictions.

It must be noted that the source for the poem you have just read is naijapoets.mywapblog,com and it was posted by Obodokasi E Agbor
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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Comrade (by Kole Ade-Odutola)

Thanks comrade, the chain is getting stronger as our
fate towards the
river bed of hope draws closer as our chain of the
past calls the river
bird by name not by the color of its plume, not by
what it lacks or the
sack that the hunter will weave
We are bound to fate
by the blood of our faith
that tomorrow CAN be better

I must go now, my thoughts are setting a path for me
let me go before the moon divorces the sky
and birds begin to beckon to one another
and fishes become the prey of hooks
and soon children will clutch their books
but I, the writer of these words will find
solace by the brook of dreams
and dreams that eat dreams
will find a home on the lips
storytellers parade
I'm the eyes of my world
the womb of my story
I must weave you a yarn
someday, I say some other day
when the moon promises a longer
marriage...

Kole Ade-Odutola wrote the poem, it was extracted from one of the University of Ibadan's magazine. Kole Ade-Odutola is a Nigerian writer. He authored "The Poet Bled". He's a lecturer and a teacher.

Monday, June 9, 2014

Poetic Devices In Salute To The Elephant By Solomon Adeboye Babalola

The poem Salute To The Elephant was a Yoruba oral poem translated to English by Professor Solomon Adeboye Babalola (17/12/1926 - 15/12/2008). He was a professor at the University Of Lagos and among other things, he was for his love for ìjálá (hunters' song).

Since this post aims at revealing the poetic devices in the poem: Salute To The Elephant; below are the poetic devices within the poem:

1.SIMILEY is the use of like or as to create comparison. In the poem, there's "huge as a hill" in line 2, "like a garment" in line 7, " like a person suffering from a sprained neck" in line 19, "as wide as palm-oil pits" in line 28, "like shafts" in line 29.

2. METAPHOR is a indirect comparison that does not use as or like, the way simile does. "elephant's head is his burden" in line 20 is an example of a metaphor because such statement can still be reframed as the elephant balances his head like a burden. "the elephant who is a veritable ferry-man" in line 23. "whose eyes are veritable water-jar" in line 26, "one tooth of

Friday, March 7, 2014

Fascination In The Poem Stanley Meets Mutesa

Fascination In The Poem Stanley Meet Mutesa

The poem talked about a group of explorers like in the case of Mongo Park. It reproduced what came before the attainment of colonialism. The readers were shown how explorers suffered on their journey, at the end of the poem mere visit turned into colonization ("The gate of polished reed closes behind them/And the west is let in") due to the lax of the owners( Mutesa) who joyfully welcome the visitor(Stanley).

Most readers are bound to be fascinated by the proper use of symbolism:
1 they bound for a kingdom (referring to Africa)
2 the village looked on ( village was used to show the level of African civilization)
3 the gate of polished reeds closes behind them ( referring to African architecture in the colonial era)
4 Stanley (symbolizes European) while Mutesa (symbolizes African)

The unequal stanzas of the poem also added a funny look to the poem which made it so fascinating not to mention the indirect reminder of historical event which the poem brought to the readers memory

There is personification in line 15 and 32
Alliteration can be found in line 9
The use of simile was present as well
The poet made use of strange language in the poem:"mtu mweupe karibu" in line 59 maybe the statement means "whiteman you are welcome" in line 60 such usage can be called vulgarism.

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Stanley Meets Mutesa was written by David Rubadiri, a Malawian born in 1930.
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