Arike,
Your dimples carve a pathway to your craved
utterances, and serve as the gateway to the
heaven of your alluring smile.
Tonight seems too much of a hare,
but in the morrow's night, I'll take the pace of
a tortoise in gracing your cheeks' succulence.

Arike,
Like the snail longs for water,
to spring from its shell,
I long for your hydrating touch
for my dehydrated desires.
You are like a nonpareil under an
ocean of suitors' tongues,
while my words may seem like drizzles of water,
but look beyond my utterances to
behold my genuine intentions.

Culled from "Arike" by Makinde Damilola Peter.

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You had this alluring carriage about you
that stopped me dead on my track,
the very day I set my eyes on you.


I believe I was blinded by some
superfluous emotions which your
ovally excited fangs lusciously fed on,
from my delectable jugular.


It's awfully easy to creep under my skin,
unapologetically rob me of every stowed
away supplies that have been neatly contained...

Culled from 'The Dirt Road' by Mustapha Modupe

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''We will be examining a corpse tomorrow so you guys had better not be late. If not!.." Prof. Adeleye threatened the lecture room full of exhausted and famished medical students. They had been immersed in an ocean of lectures since the inception of classes in the morning, with an ephemeral break serving as the only breathing space. The sun was already weary after a long day of beaming its smile and was already slumbering into the west in recess for the day. While students heaved sighs of relief as they trotted out of class in retirement for the day.

Demi was not really hungry but he was completely exhausted. What had kept him going was the undying yearn to see the girl who now apparently controlled his 'pons'...


Culled from "Ofada Kitchen III" by Oyelude Yetunde .

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I boarded a bus from Apata to Dugbe, dropping my box in its boot. While doing that, a similar box which insignificantly differed in size from mine caught my attention. I had premonitions, but I discarded them, taking the tattered seat in front like royalty.

Along the way, a fellow passenger alerted the driver he would alight at the next bus stop, making it known he had luggage in the boot. On alighting, the bus conductor hastily opened the boot and ignorantly gave my box to the man who innocently took it. He immediately flagged down a taxi cruising towards Ojoo/UI. My instincts drove cold through my spines propelling me to look back to confirm from the conductor if my box was still 'rightly safe' in the boot. He replied assertively in Yoruba. With the intonation of the Ibadan man which his long bold tribal marks also depicted him to be, he said, "Busi yin wa nbe, emi ni mo sa gbee be" meaning the box was safe. Unknown to him, he had made a costly mistake. I turned to sit well, trying to trust the credibility of the conductor while anxiety kept smiling at me mockingly. On getting to my destination, I hopped off the bus, took a stride towards the back of the bus to get my box which the bus conductor already offloaded before I could reach the rear. Dropping the hat, before I could grab it to ascertain its ownership, the bus had zoomed off... HOLY LORD!!!


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Culled from Apata to Dugbe; Of Fortune and Misfortune by Bamidele Seth.

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Arewa,
your beauty is a blade cutting deep into
the fleshiness of my muse, to draw blood
plastering crispy papers with fine layers
of words refined in the industry of
infatuation.


Arewa,
your beauty is that of the departing sun
radiating its elegance through waters
basking in the calmness of the young night
unworried by alarming approach of
darkness...


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Culled from 'Arewa' by Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom.


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Arewa, your beauty is a blade cutting deep into the fleshiness of my muse, to draw blood plastering crispy papers with fine layers of words refined in the industry of infatuation.
Arewa, your beauty is that of the departing sun radiating its elegance through waters basking in the calmness of the young night unworried by alarming approach of darkness...
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The evidence of God’s power is often thought by those who
believe in creation, to be the awesomeness of the Universe.
Christians in our time refer to the stories of triumphs and
supernatural occurrences in the Bible as evidence that God
is almighty and all powerful. Hidden in many minds is the
doubt that comes with the contradictions that believers live
with when it appears that God sometimes does not act or is
unable to act on one’s behalf. Is it really that God is not
almighty or are we focused on the wrong evidence of His
power? It is in man’s nature to conceptualize power in terms
of our ability to dominate, perform extraordinary feats,
exhibit control and do all the mighty acts that lie in the
domain of the extraordinary. But is this really the kind of
power that God is interested in. Is this how He wants us to
see Him? The evidence of God’s power does not lie in the
great works of creation and the mighty miracles He works.
It lies more in the things which He can do but which He fails
to do by deliberate act of submission and self restraint...

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We are the casualties
Prisoners in a fortress of falling walls
Grandmasters of the illusion of excellence
Masked men and women in ‘Grand Theft Identity'
Residents of a disappearing tower
Actors on a sinking sewer
Stars of a game of ruse

Yes!
We are the robed ones
Dressed up in scarlet regalia of monumental errors
Collocated in academic processions like humanized penguins
None breaking formation
All intuiting affirmation


Echoing the dol-drum
We are sycophants
Wallowing in error
In the name of hunger...

---Culled from Casualties of Depravities by Prof.Francis O. Egbokhare.

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The breezy evening was mildly illuminated by the crescent-shaped moon. Demilade was so much in a hurry to get out of his last class just to share some moments with the lady he couldn’t apparently get off his mind. Optimistic, he found his way into Ofada Kitchen . The canteen was a beehive of activities; lots of customers dined and wined at the same time, chatting and giggling with one another. Attendants with rumpled faces were also busy taking orders from a line of impatient customers, but Demilade could not seem to find his favourite among them. He moved closer to the food stand with a wildly thumping heart really hoping he would see Sewa. Still, she was nowhere to be found in the canteen. He was slightly hungry but all because he couldn't find Sewa, his appetite vanished....

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Culled from Ofada Kitchen II by Yetunde Oyelude.

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Our eyes were locked in a battle of emotions in which none of us was ready to throw in the towel. We were both egoistic but I was eager to cut her wings to stamp my authority. I continued looking her squarely in the eye while studying her reactions. She was startled although she tried hard to hide it. She returned the look I gave her, and it felt as though her hazy eye would burn through my soul. After a few awkward minutes of eye communication , I decided to withdraw the eye-attack in order to initiate a conversation with her.

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Culled from 'Of love and woes II' by Ola Akindeji.

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Demilade kept stamping his feet on the ground in a soundless but frustrated manner. The lecturer in the room, obviously oblivious to his agony, was lecturing the class on the intricacies of human cell division. He cared less and heard less. His attention only responded to the awful growling noise his flat stomach was making. He was terribly hungry, and he couldn't wait to get the hell out of the lecture room to a nearby canteen. He frantically glanced at his wrist watch for the umpteenth time. He was still twenty minutes away from leaving the lecture room. Damn it! He gave a frustrated sigh before taking a quick glance at the entrance door for the sixth time .Yes, he was that famished and God knew he couldn't wait to get out of the hellish situation.

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Culled from 'Ofada Kitchen I ' by Yetunde Oyelude.


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That very place and time came
Without a click, rolling back the
Innocence of your sincerity
Enveloping me till date.
The gate opened you onto the road
For a meeting of two; a brother
And a sister...careless about
Colour, creed and more.
That day, that moment, that meet
That click of life's beauty
Beauty...from the inside
Never weather beaten.

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Culled from 'For YOU' by Eriata Oribhabor, Nigeria's Foremost Poetry Promoter

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A strong offensive odour hit Mr. Adeleke's nostrils as he opened the front door of his house.
"Ah-ah, what kind of smell is this?" He asked himself aloud. Then he slowly traced the smell to the bathroom and as he opened the door, the strongest of the odour that had been locked away enveloped him, forcing him to shut his nostrils. With shaky hands, he lifted the lid of the water closet and discovered that it was full of faeces....

---Culled from 'The Killer Bite' by Adeosun Tomiwa

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Five out of nine months
You lived out your fear
A little prayer
A lot more worry
Then the first locking of our eyes...
You checked briskly
Ten fingers and toes, one nose...
Ahh, your loud muted sigh
Then you saw the funny shaped finger.
But you loved still
Loved till your heart almost burst...
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Culled from "Toluwalase" by Dr Olayinka Egbokhare, author of Dazzling Mirage.

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“Here I stand
Arms open wide
I have held you close
Kept you safe
Till you could fly…”

Those lines kept playing back and forth in my head as I made my way through the crowd in search of my soon to be ex-girlfriend, Aisha.
***
I had met Aisha, a fair-complexioned girl of Fulani descent on my first day in the University of Ibadan. The earth literally stopped for me to feast my eyes on her inconsumable beauty. Stunned, my knees quivered like a leaf caressed by the wind. My jaw dropped and my mouth formed an ‘O’. My legs threatened to divorce my body, but I played ‘the man’ and managed to pull myself together like a string.
“My name is Toba,” I said....

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Culled from "Of love and woes" by Akindeji Ola.

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Maami, my rare gem, emblem of preciousness Standing solidly behind me like the towering wall Of a penitentiary. Like the armor, she protects me In times of war. When pain blows its winds, She never falls off the cliff of life. You have been through enough Let me be the single dot to your tears… - Dada Morolake.
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While returning from buying eggs and sardine for breakfast that Saturday, I fantasized devouring my share after its preparation when I heard someone calling out to me. It was my friend Wasiu who lived next to my house. I rarely spend time with him as I was hardly allowed beyond our balcony's railings. We exchanged pleasantries and after a brief talk, I told him I had to go in as we were already in front of our gate. Just then, he made it known to me he would follow me in; I defiantly refused, but he seemed resolute. I entered and started whistling as if we had a dog which was to heed the ominous call. Unaware of the trick, Wasiu, like lightening, disappeared from behind me. I consumed the fruit of happiness which the trick served me...

Culled from 'Deceitful Truth' by Damilola Makinde

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If you are a linguist like I am, chances are that you have come to appreciate the value of words. Politicians with savvy know too well that politics is about weaving words like a spider and getting all others but oneself caught in the web. Words evoke emotions; they help us to think clearly. The power or words lie in the fact that they are the most potent instrument for control. Man has not been able to invent a better means. Words never fail, they cannot fail if we know how to string them together, if we apply them with the right dose of passion and if we learn how to pamper them and tease out the juice in them...

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Culled from 'WORDS ARE LIKE CLAY' by Professor Francis Egbokhare.

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