If there is only one generously-funded literary prize in a country of 200 million people…it is because – difficulties of the Nigerian operating environment aside – there is no real market for what Nigerian writers are writing.
ATTEND THE BENUE BOOK AND ARTS FESTIVAL 2019
The Benue Book and Arts Festival (BBAF) is scheduled to take place in Makurdi the capital city of Benue State in Nigeria from 20th to 22nd June, 2019. It is being organised by SEVHAGE Literary & Development Initiative and SEVHAGE Publishers
REVIEW: PANSHAK HAGGAI’S STORM IN A POT IS ‘WORTH READING’, HAS ‘AMAZING PLOT TWISTS’
Haggai’s Storm in a Pot is worth reading and it promises to not fail the intriguing and attractive title it has.
REVIEW: PAPER PLANE IN THE RAIN IS A STRONG COLLABORATION BY TWO GREAT NIGERIAN POETS
TITLE: PAPER PLANES IN THE RAIN AUTHOR: JIDE BADMUS & PAMILERIN JACOB GENRE: POETRY) NO. OF PAGES: 50 PUBLISHER: WORDS RHYMES AND RHYTHMS LTD YEAR OF PUBLICATION: 2019 ISBN: NIL...
ON EARTH (A POEM BY EL SANE KEN SILENCER)
Now, who is a saint and who is a demon?
TELL IT TO THE MOUNTAINS (A POEM BY EMMIASKY OJEX)
Tell it to the mountains // tell it out loud that the world might hear // Wax up the steep and rugged hills, journey the valleys and fountains // tell them! oh tell them now that they are near
I AM JUST A BOY, I AM NOT A BURDEN (AN ESSAY BY JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT)
So, are boys really a ‘special’ burden to raise? Is Life itself is a lot of work. Is parenting itself is a lot of work. Is raising girls also not a lot of work? What useful thing in this world does not require lots of work? Why just boys? Why not children?
MUTED CRIES OF NIGER DELTA (POEM BY NIMI NISAKPO)
Victims we areOf ethnic majority,Alienation the daily routine,We must unopposedly observeOur agitation for freedom and equality,Branded treason. Echoed thieves,Called oil bunkerersPoachers of our resources,Born slaves in our land.Marginalized, strongly considered...
ON REPUTATION, LIFE & DEATH (AN ESSAY BY OPPONG CLIFFORD BENJAMIN)
It is not death we must pray against or fear but rather sickness. Because sickness leaves us in between standing for life and falling for death. To be sick is to battle for life against death. It means something is coming for your dreams and aspirations, something is erasing your name gradually from the living and at the same time registering your name in the books of death.
MIND YOU (A POEM BY EL SANE KEN SILENCER)
Mind you They are them that love talking Them that will tell you How afar others have gone in life Mind you They will tell you That he, that brother...