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September 2018

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The Fight – By- Abdullah Ateh Lateefat

by Eden Benibo

God created rainfall for Benin
I am tired
My clothes are forever wet
Like the cheeks of a mourning widow
The rain comes
Like a book with endless chapters

Shine me oh thy noble sun!
Let your fierce hotness
Feast upon my damp attires
I am tired of the kisses
The wet mud shower on my shoes
So dry thy land
Shine till Earth is blinded
Shine on us the heat of your jealousy
Each time Rain takes your place

Oh poor Earth!
Tired you not of being flogged?
By the incessant tears of Heavens?
So call,O ye, on your towel,
the sun
Let her dry off the wetness of your pain.
That riddle that says :
“I am a towel that never dries ”
The answer to that riddle,
Is Benin Land

About the Author :

Today, we bring to you one of those voices rising beyond the noise of the world.

LATEEFAT ATELEGBE ABDULLAH is currently a student of mass communication in the prestigious university of Benin,Edo state. Her great love for words are manifested in the numerous books and poems she has writen. She is a deep thinker, reserved-minded and as well, sociable in a subtle way.
She does spoken words, fictions and poetry. She is bestfriend to words and duaghter to poetry as portrayed in one of her poems “Poetry calls me Daughter “.
She sees  Eden Benibo, as one of her motivators in the University of Benin. 
Her goal is to be highly recognized and appreciated for her talents by the entire world.. She hopes to change the world someday through her words because she believes strongly in her quotes:
“Changing the WORLD is a RITE performed by a WRITER through WORDS ”

We look forward to seeing Lateefat glow and soar higher in the literary field and beyond!

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Aloud

Mother -By- Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare

by Eden Benibo

 

‘Better lose the saddle than the horse’.
Every mother’s voice echo these 7 words
To her child, not just out of love,
Not entirely for love but for joy.
The joy of motherhood.

This life will be hard (they say)  
Nwa m, ma ọ ga-adịrị gị mma
She assures her young child.
n’ihi na ọ bụrụ na nwatakịrị adịghị
Enwe ọganihu ọ nọ n’aka nne
The pains of motherhood.

A mother is a child’s guide through life.
Come, follow me, close your eyes
Think of the rose, and let us go;
She said to her child at birth.
The duty of motherhood.

Nne enweghị ọnụ ahịa

A woman who has children, does not die.
She is a mother, in life and beyond.
Her name forever in the hearts of her children
And their children.
Her presence felt through memories when she’s gone.

Every child will grow up,
Age and fade off with time.
This life cycle of ours is like a river,
It goes and comes.
But a mother’s milk is priceless.

Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare

SPEAREPOETRY

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Aloud

The Beginning of Everything Genocide.-By-John Chizoba Vincent

by Eden Benibo
A REVIEW OF BEN JOSSY’S BENUE CHILD
“Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought” Percy Bysshe Shelley- “When I’m writing, I’m thinking about myself, because it’s the only experience I have to draw on. And I don’t see exact reflection of myself in every face in the audience, but I know that my songs have validity to them, and that’s why the fans are there” (Chester Bennington)
Great songs or sad songs often have a way of healing a situation. It gets the hurt out in the open into the light, out of the darkness…
This is one of those songs that leave you with memories and scars in your heart. Memories of hurt and pains, lost of loved ones, lost of a home and family members; a land which once housed you, a country you once called a home. The harshness of the melody and the rhythms explained the thematic sorrow seen on the soil of Nigeria. Here is four minute music of Nigerian flavour styled honestly in many dynamic types of shadings, aimed at bringing the matters at stake in the country to the eyes of the world. This is that kind of song that leaves goose pimple all over your body; and is sprinkled with sustained  metaphoric elegies and laments, weaving counter lines interwoven, and a thick resonant chords and beat that makes it impossible for you to stop listening to it over and over.  According to Tom Waits songs really are like a form of time travel because they really have moved forward in bubble. Everyone who’s connected with it, the studio’s gone, the musicians are gone, and the only thing that’s left is this recording which was only about a three minute period maybe 70 years ago.  But it leaves you with blemish that would last you a life time.
Highlighting the flows of the beat and the drums, the gun shots sounding underneath will always abscond with a shadow of betrayal and that of torture in your heart. You’ll realize that our home is an endless nightmare of death and everything genocide..
Misery of a land that seek for human souls, agony of a land that prefer the life of cows to its citizens; a land that promote corruption and greed than unity.  How do we then define ourselves in this land? How do we protect ourselves and our family in this land? Is this what our next generation stand to see? Or is there any better future for those unborn children? This song defines who we are.  It tells the expression of leadership spiced up with selfishness and self-centered people striving for their own selfish interest at the detriment of the masses. Where then do we call home if not here? How do we define this genocide of the Benue children?  Who is killing who? Who has Nigerians offended?
The contrasts in mood is  well handled breaking in between the addicted groaning and wailing tabled on the altar of crime by the so called leaders yet, we all smile, keep pushing like nothing is going on. We just have to put on a smiling face as if nothing is happening in our dear land because the drums are becoming weaker and the drummers are changing course yet, the dent remain in us.  The song is a rousing number that exudes rhythmic intensity, and Nigerian afro-pop music. The exciting thing is that the musical composition brings out a sense of brevity and courage to tell the world what is obtainable in a land we called home which is no longer a home but forest holding blood on its leaves instead of dampness.
The song starts off with a rhythmic and engaging tone with a futurist feel to it. The intro feels like an epic sound, like a story and it went on to penetrate into spirit like a surge of crystal feels.  You have to be calm, pick every word from the lyrics to decipher its meaning. I wore the shoe of the artiste becoming his passion and aspiration to understand each petition when he said:
 “I feel like crying every day… stop this GENOCIDE”
“Hear the voice of mother less children; hear the voice of the orphans of war….”
this takes you back to those children in the street that were left motherless or fatherless because of war and those  orphans  who were made so by herdsmen in the society.  It may sound so poetic if I say that this is a song of a dark, a song that exposes every atom of wickedness of Nigerian leaders, song that tells how hurtful it is being a Nigerian. It spelt neglect and abandonment in a metaphoric way. I see things in different way wearing the lines of the song. It touches feelings and memories of who we are our lives, our history and our unity as a country.
“It was a happy day, Anekele went to the farm and he never came back, it was a sunny day oh… Benue child…”
The above lines further placed a question on our security. None is certain about the next happening. It could be that you get killed in your kitchen, it could be you get slaughtered on your way to the market; it could be that the last cloth you wore yourself would be last. You can get killed on your bed because of those things you don’t really know of.  Those words are too experimental and real to define and this makes being a Nigerian an endless dreadful journey. We can take this from the angle of politics and political leaders. This song is a scar in the heart of every Nigerian and what the BENUE CHILD came to make us understand is that music in Nigeria should be a tool for restructuring and rewriting the wrongs of the society not an avenue to tell us or teach us how to shake our buttocks.
“ … All I see is blood, blood, blood and I don’t know what to do, all I see is blood… tell me wetin I go fit do If I was the governor, tell me wetin I go fit do if I was the president, I feel like crying”
This further explained the blood spilled in Lagos fire, the massacre in Plateau state, the killing at Benue state and Enugu and Kogi state which left blood in every heart of  every citizen in the country. Every line leaves tears in your eyes as you listen.
The contrast in scoring makes the music a first rate choice for a sad song and composition for those lost brothers and sisters, women and men, young and adults who died on the burning soil of Benue, not only in Benue but in Plateau state, Bornu, Enugu and some other states in Nigeria that has experienced the vicious hands of the herdsmen.
In other word, the message passed is concrete and peculiar, different from the normal SHAKU SHAKU and OSHE PRA PRA lyrics.
Finally, it is recommended that you get this song in your playlist. Let’s define ourselves. Let’s rewrite this history of genocide and blood spill   to every Nigerian out there. Let’s hold ourselves together to fight this and other things savaging our dear land.
© John Chizoba  Vincent
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