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.
CHUKWUEMEKA AKACHI: AN AFRICAN KNOWS NO DEPRESSION – (COMMENTARY BY OPPONG CLIFFORD BENJAMIN)
ADENIYI’S ‘THE EFFECTUAL, FERVENT PRAYER’ IS PURPOSEFUL, NOT PATRONISING & FOR THOSE WILLING TO TREAD THE PATH OF RIGHTEOUSNESS
While reading this text, you don’t get the feeling of a patronising, self-absorbed preacher talking down at his congregation but of a forgiving preacher who realizes he is as vulnerable to weakness as a human as much as the reader.
REVIEW: THE ILLUMINANT’S LESSONS LEAVE LASTING IMPRESSIONS & REMIND OF THE SURREALISM OF EXISTENCE
The Illuminant has moral and didactic lessons. The poet is almost like a seer who is trying to align mankind with morality.
REVIEW: EMMANUEL FAITH LAYS BARE THE MYSTERIES OF THE CORPORATE WORLD IN CHRONICLES OF AN INTERN, ‘A BIBLE FOR INTERNS’
In this book, the corporate world is laid bare and stripped of its mysteries through the keen eyes of a resolute and resourceful observer. You’d be surprised at how much you are not maximizing your potentials in your career until you meet this book.
REVIEW: OYINDAMOLA SUCCESSFULLY DROPS MEANINGS IN ‘BUT HERE YOU ARE’
REVIEW: TUKUR’S ‘A BOY’S TEARS ON EARTH’S TONGUE’ COMMUNICATES IN CLEAR AND PRECISE DICTION
WEARING MY FATHER’S THOUGHTS ABOUT TRADITION & IGBO CULTURE (an essay by John Chizoba Vincent)
What is happening to Igbo language and cultures and traditional religion? Do we allow it to go into extinction? Do we allow that as a nation? Everywhere is smelling white men, yes, everywhere!
REVIEW: OKORIE’S THE MEN THAT COULDN’T LOVE ME ‘TORTURES THE READER WHILE CREATIVELY EXPLORING UNREQUITED LOVE’
Okorie’s The Men That Couldn’t Love Me did a great job in torturing the reader, while creatively exploring a lover’s endless cycle of wanting despite not being wanted: imagine reading “I want you” in different languages and other words for about a thousand times.
‘TIMELESS, MASTERFULLY WRITTEN’: PHUNSO ORIS’ FOREWORD TO ‘A BOY’S TEARS ON EARTH’S TONGUE’
A Boy’s Tears on Earth’s Tongue is a collection of timeless poems, masterfully written by a mind that is in alignment with existential and essentialist values of human experience