Monthly Archives: April 2018

OUR NOMINEES FOR AFRCA4U ONLINE AWARDS FOR AFRICANS IN EUROPE 2018 – WATCH THIS SPACE

 

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WHY WE NEED TO STAND OUR GROUNDS ON DIASPORA DAY- HON KENNETH GBANDI

“There is nothing wrong with Nigeria/Diaspora that cannot be cured by what is right with Nigeria/Diaspora”

I am neither a praise singer nor a ‘Yes, Sir’ man. I have always followed my conviction courtesy of the grace and magnanimity of the wise counsel of fellow patriots to whom I will ever remain grateful.

I am not perfect and can’t be, but try very hard to be reliable, pragmatic and I am very passionate about the Diaspora and Nigeria.

The responsibility, for action or inaction, lies on the shoulder of the central executive council (CEC), consisting of men and women of integrity, whose chairman I am fortunate to be. Together with the NIDOE Board of Trustees we regularly engage the other continental NIDO bodies and other sister Diaspora organisations.

The historic International Edition of Diaspora Day London, UK, has come to stay.

After hundreds of hours of our collective precious time at the cost of being with our families and loved ones, and as professionals, people of integrity and custodians of international best practices, we disagree to agree on the following.

1. Firstly, by a majority vote, NWW proposed for a change in the way Diaspora Day (DD) is celebrated. A DD celebration in the Diaspora was mooted as progressive and a necessity.

2. All NIDO Europe Chapters (BOT) unanimously endorsed the NIDOWW initiative through a clear democratic process, leading to all the Chapters suspending all planned programs including ‘A Week in Nigeria’ by NIDOE UK South.

3. This decision was reached after the SGF, NNVS and NASS did not object to this novelty idea i.e. DD 2018 taking place in the Diaspora to mobilize support for a new era of Diaspora engagement post-Nigerian Diaspora Commission. A letter was duly written to inform them about this.

4. In the NWW meeting, where all the continental bodies that constitute the NIDO World governing council were represented, it was agreed that in the event of a last minute change of mind by the SGF or the NNVS, then a hybrid type of event will endure. This meant NWW’s concept of DD 2018 in Diaspora will still go ahead while we send delegates to Nigeria. We are convinced that not all Diasporans will be able to travel to Nigeria and not all Diasporans will be able to travel to London. This was accepted as a win-win solution.

5. The current position by some individuals suggesting a disagreement in NWW is totally unpatriotic and uncalled for. The action of some of us is tantamount to what happens in Nigeria after elections. Once you lose an election you pull down others. It kept many of us wondering if some people actually have something to benefit by seeing us look divided. Most painful is it to see those who had held a leading position in this organization promoting such a notion.

6. I did submit that over the years, successive NIDO world stakeholders have been plagued with series of crises and challenges that negatively impacted on NIDO from achieving their goals in furtherance of the objective behind the establishment of NIDO. Though the Nigerian Diaspora landscape has changed dramatically over the years influenced by the structure and disposition to NIDO by successive administrations in Nigeria, each of these changes have also presented the key NIDO stakeholders with different sets of new challenges on how to engage with them. Tackling these challenges has met different degrees of success and failure.

7. I also concluded on the fact that the organisation is still standing today despite these daunting challenges and being explicitly mentioned in NIDCOM is an attestation of the resilient nature of our collective leadership past and present and our collective faith in the NIDO project. It is worthy of mention without being intimidated that some of the division that the organisation has faced are externally inspired to achieve a set objective.

8. Some of the brightest minds in the Diaspora have reasoned that this DD and generally DD whether in Nigeria or in Europe or in both geographical regions should be seen as an opportunity for growth and not compete with each other. I am in total agreement. One of the driving ideas of the first International Edition of the DD 2018 in the UK is because some of our policy makers in Nigeria consider Diaspora people as unserious opportunists only looking for government appointments or patronage. We needed to correct such uncharitable and misguided impressions.

“There is nothing wrong with Nigeria/Diaspora that cannot be cured by what is right with Nigeria/Diaspora”
Kenneth Gbandi
Continental Chairman Nigerians in Diaspora Organization Europe

 

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ROLE MODEL OF THE WEEK, OYEDOKUN PENAWD – SILVER AWARD WINNER, TONY TOKUNBO FERNANDEZ INTERNATIONAL POETRY COMPETITION

Biography:

OYEDOKUN IBUKUN PENAWD is a ‘vocal-ink’ poet, playwright and prolific writer, who believes it’s not until one becomes a star, before one can administer words, and minister like a seer.

He was recently honoured as The Silver Award Winner for the Tony Tokunbo Fernandez International Online Poetry Competition 2018 with his winning poem “We are the children  of the norm ”

 

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We are the children of the norm

We are the children of the norm…

Dignified drums beaten by the Negro’s drumsticks

As the entire creatures gather across south to west

Dancing dutifully to the tune of our ancestral quest

With our ignited minds, glued to the past revolutionists.

 

We are the children of the norm…

The beardless unclad lad and lass of similar peers

Assembling in rows when the sun has gone to sleep

And the local lamp dances to the beat of the breeze

As *Ìyá Àgbà’s tall tale of tortoise fills the atmosphere.

 

We are the children of the norm…

The ancient aged view of marriage as child rearing

For under one roof lives a man of thousand wives

With ocean of children, just for farming to thrive

Yet, the roof is not replaced with a burning roofing.

 

We are the children of the norm…

The darkened minds that see no flaw in olden philosophy

As superstitions and taboos tender perdition to the nation

Restricting the head to lead the feet to a perfect destination

As fear to perish gives unfriendly embrace to man’s totality.

 

We are the children of the norm…

The creatures that question not what a festival seeks boldly

As it dictates the clothing to bury in, and the state of mood

Such feast ends with fist of blows been buried in a bowl of soup

And some continue spending after being intrigued by their **oríkì.

 

We are the living dead whose life lie lifelessly on a single staff

For the crown’s spit shall surely shake and stay on the ground

Likewise a home of no rules shall have no offence been found

But we do have norms, we do have emblem, we do have an epitaph

We, are the children, of the norm.

 

 

Glossary:

*ìyá Àgbà: granny/ an old woman

**oríkì: panegyric

 

 

 

[ symmetry ] WRITTEN BY ABEIKU TSIWAH – FINALIST, TONY TOKUNBO FERNANDEZ INTERNATIONAL POETRY COMPETITION 2018

Poem:

[ symmetry ]

😐
there are times i wish to be something
i don’t know
maybe a falconer
{or} maybe a sacred verse
from the qu’ran
that reads like the first vowel
used by the prophet muhammad.

there are times i want to ask my father
how many sun-melt it took
for him to burn his beard
before meeting my mother
at the last page of his readings
but i do not have the gullet
to swallow much of those words
for to my father’s clansmen
a child learns to chew only
what his throat can carry.

i have fought the devil before
i know his strength
i have seen his eyes before
they look like that of a boy
dried in the sun – & the sun
is every magic that breaks
upon the opening of god’s morning eyes.

& here on this streamside
there are many who think of tears
as the only distance
that separates a girl’s face
from her make-up in the mirror—
when she realizes that
she is half cosmetic & half every rumour
carrying a sinner’s plight to the heavens.

a boy muscles his hopes heavenwards
he sticks his fairly penciled chin in the wind
asks the wind for where hope dies
after it had flown out of the body
& when the sun downs its head at eventide
the boy gathers his body into his palms:

there is no heaven after death
there is no devil in the hiding
– the two bodies
– are earth with us
& faith upon streaming waters.
😐

 

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Bio:

Abeiku Arhin Tsiwah considers himself in two worlds: earth & (or) magic — and water or & [spirit] —sprinkled beside a converged highway of motionless bodies. His breathe cuts through the nerves of words & many beautiful things that aren’t always beautiful. A Ghanaian of the Cape Coast fatherhood, Abeiku creates and performs poetry with the Village Thinkers — an afro-poetry footprint & edits Poetry for Lunaris Review, Ghana and Nigeria respectively.
Although widely published [or baptized] in several streams on the internet and in collected texts, Tsiwah prefers the joy & freedom that comes with being a creek on social media — his narrow space of a wall on facebook under his name.

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“THE NEW GODS” WRITTEN BY OGEDENGBE TOLULOPE – FINALIST, TONY TOKUNBO FERNANDEZ INTERNATIONAL POETRY COMPETITION 2018

 

THE NEW GODS

Yesterday…

Our fathers reverenced the ancestors’ altars

With lowered gazes of bowed heads

And with sobered hearts, they poured libations

To appease their fury gods.

 

Our elders cowered at graven images

Like timid dogs before dead foxes

And with chorused voices, they chanted incantations

To offer their cowries of pleas.

 

Our mothers took refuge in sacred shrines

Where strange fires of blind sacrifices

Were prepared with stale sticks of traditions

To break the shadowy arms of discomforts.

 

 

But today…

We defile the altars of our ancestors

With the fermented urines of our children

And we hurl the rituals of our fathers

To the wandering wind of oblivion.

 

 

We break the vows made by our mothers

At the navel of the village square

Where the piety kolanuts of fortune

Were revered by the molars of our elders.

 

The venerated relics of native oracles

Are fired into forgotten ashes

And we flaunt around as new gods

Who feed not with broken gourds.

IM

 

 

Biography:

Ogedengbe Tolulope Impact is a chemical engineering graduate of the prestigious Obafemi Awolowo University  Ile-ife, Osun State. He started writing poems in 2012 and his works have appeared in various anthologies and literary websites.

Tolulope was one of the Wole Soyinka’s at 81 shortlisted poets, 2015 organised by the Poetry Court, and the 7th Korea Nigeria Poetry Fiesta, 2017 organised by Arojah Concepts. His poems won the 2016 maiden edition of Spring Literary contest, 2016 June edition of Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest (BPPC), and shortlisted poet for Poets in Nigeria poetry challenge.

Tolulope currently resides in Benin city where he writes and imparts children through teaching.

 

“YET ANOTHER CORN SEASON” WRITTEN BY UDEMEZUE OLUOMA – FINALIST, TONY TOKUNBO FERNANDEZ POETRY COMPETITION 2018

YET ANOTHER CORN SEASON

It is yet another corn season
Our mothers’ hearths grow cold
But the soils grow hot

Caking up with the rain of each season
The corns sprout in full bloom

Their ears and tassels kiss the face of the naked sun
But this is only in far away places,
Where peace is no misery
But for us, a luxury

But there is hunger in the land
Sitting by our bedside
Feeding us death for supper
Counting our grave stones

Opening up the walls of our intestine

Our shirts or torn
We go about with nameless faces
Wearing our bereavements like a badge of honour
Pressed against the walls of suppression
Our hands, tied to our backs
Our tongue, castrated from our entrails
We hover around like zombies
With our teeth on edge
Looking for preys to pounce on
We have been made foreigners in our own land
Uprooted from our farmsteads

Made fragments for the hawks to feed on
Buried and decayed
Pounded and sifted
What more can we say?
What more is left of us and our cursed lands?

Our hands ache for the hoe
Our hearts pant, and with time, grow weary
But fear grips us
As we watch from afar
In far lands hearth to, where
Corns bloom in their full season
Yet, our part is to watch our hungrysoil

Hungry for seeds to be planted
In yet another season
Where no corns bloom in their season.

It is yet another corn season
The moths eat our cobs black
Our children with sunken eyes and distended stomach
Those eyes judge us; they cry for what we cannot give
A dead child is good news to the stomach
Others must have a meal

It is yet another corn season
This is how it all began
A man honest to his hoe
Another pledged by his cattle
At dawn
The hoofs rustled the corns
It made them shake from the roots
The farmer comes in the morning
Panting near the corridors of death
His cutlass is made bare  from their hiding place
Gun powder blinds the eyes that can see
Women with their children on their dangling breasts
Run like rustled cows
Young men with blood on their hands
Prance about in raged tirade
But a night came
When peace was covered in black
It knocked on each door
But no one answered
In my sleep
I heard their footsteps
I smelt flesh burn
I saw my father beheaded
And yet for many years
We wait for a season of bloom,

for yet we hope,

After so many years, and counting

For another corn season

 

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BIO

Udemezue, Oluoma loves to read and write; she also enjoys movies, oldies, and meeting new people. Oluoma believes that life is nothing without a touch of culture,  romance, thriller and reality. Her short stories and poem have appeared on different online magazines (pulse.ng, amakaanozie.wordpress.com, creativeprizes.com, coutales.com, etc,) and blogs. Catch her on: udemezueoluoma@yahoo.com, Udemezue, Oluoma Judith on Facebook, Instag- oluomaudemezue, and Twit- @Udemezueoluoma.
 

“FINDING REASONS” WRITTEN BY WISDOM NEMI OTIKOR – FINALIST, TONY TOKUNBO FERNANDEZ POETRY COMPETITION 2018

FINDING REASONS

For a body gone wrong

 

How do you rebuild a broken cathedral?

Do not make a fool of me with tales

of healing and hope and heaven

 

for home does not taste the same

once chipped like granny’s china

bearing curses to ends and beginnings.

 

Mother says, ‘say a prayer son’. I open

my mouth and my words run into heads

and lips and hands burning brisk and brief

 

places meant for holy. Joy is a quickie

cumming and going in her seasons and

Father is an eternity, going and coming;

 

a little boy searching for rainbows’ end.

Mother says ‘Man must be patient. Man

must wait’. Each time I try to spell Man,

 

I fall into father’s fetters, and awake

covered in my lover’s blood. How does one

sing his own dirge- a mocked mother spills

 

into an ember of questions? Freedom is a chaff

the wind blows away, yet this temple remains

a body of wrongs, a work of art. I am enough.

 

WordPress:    www.wisdomotikor.wordpress.com

Facebook:     Wisdom Nemi Otikor

Instagram:     @wisdomotikor

WISDOM

 

Biography

 

Wisdom Nemi Otikor believes that writing is therapeutic and sees poetry as a course to healing.

 

He is from the Niger Delta region of Nigeria. He still believes in love and happily ever afters- he strives daily to create his. Home to him is firstly Mom and his two younger brothers, other things can follow.

 

He is a bubble of laughter in a city of God.

 

 

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“IN THE KERNEL OF SERVICE” WRITTEN BY RICHARD INYA – FINALIST, TONY TOKUNBO FERNANDEZ POETRY COMPETITION 2018

IN THE KERNEL OF SERVICE

 

  • Richard Inya

 

An armed revolution

Rages against quietness

In the belly of starving retirees

Their intestines are trapped snakes
Struggling to break loose
Ever seen they that chew silence
And swallow air?

Pity is a bucketful of a minute silence
Harvested from the bosom of caretakers
Waiting to cast oration on graveyards

Promises sway despair

Vain promises are faecal stuffs

From the anus of bloated talks
This path is not far from mass murder
Another has just fallen whose statue
will never make it into the square

 

II

 

At the tail of service

Is a houseful of ghosts

Echoes and questions

 

Should I go or should I stay?

What if tomorrow doesn’t come

Or hunger lifts me away like a hawk?

 

Fifty something is allergic to jokes on age

Trepidation begets rejuvenation

In the enclave of browning records

Manipulation hands out extra years

To faces ripe to vacate the facade of duty

 

Retirement songs echo the sounds of war with self

The sphere of service is a mountain village

Every swift leap or brisk walk awaits accounting

When age meets with the year of reckoning

 

 

III

 

Giant hawks prey on pension funds

Hawks are rock-hearted caretakers

Nay, lions watching over aged sheep

 

Out in the cold the old queue

The lot of veterans exalts beggars

And sets the feet of the fledgling

On the path of wanton thievery

 

The piteous lot of pensioners

Is the offence of tribesmen

The offence of tribesmen isn’t offensive

Tongues and tribal marks settle scores

 

Wellbeing of the aged is the Holy Grail

The search for this is endless

Arthritis accompanies spent legs

On their way to another round of verification

There shall be more and more roll calls

Until more names fly with the hawks

INYA

 

Richard Inya is a Nigerian poet and short story writer. His works have been adopted for use in over eight states in Nigeria. Apart from his literay engagements, he works at Federal University Ndufu-Alike Ikwo, Ebonyi State. He is the Vice Chairman, Ebonyi State Branch of the Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA). He writes and

DR DAYO OLOMU WILL BE SPEAKING AT THE NIGERIA DIASPORA DAY 2018 GLOBAL CONFERENCE IN LONDON

We are privileged to have Dr. Dayo Olomu, the Vice Chairman, Chartered Institute of Personnel & Development, South London, a renowned international motivational speaker, human capital development expert, corporate trainer, business mentor, executive coach, award-winning event host, bestselling author and marketplace minister.

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