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Well, count me out then.

opo22: Need u say more. I humbly suggest we start with a known widely read bestseller because we may also need to hone our skills as critics too. It will be a crime to murder an upcoming writer with our ignorance. So let my suggestion stand. We a delaying too much.

I go with efeski suggestions plus discussion of Nigerian books. If raypower did not do such, where would Nigerian music be today?

[quote author=D-deola]Hi people thanks for the response.
Almost everyone agreed to jan 3rd (i do hope u kno it's a thursday sha)
so what time do you propose.
I'm open to any book,foreign or nigeria.but sincerely i prefer foreign books though.
One of the reasons behind this idea is to broaden our horizens anyway,besides it'd realy impove our reading skills,because u dont want to be left out in the excitement,you know you want to have something to say everytime we come here to discuss.
Therefore let's come up with a convenient time and get this thing started already people *winks*[/quote]Thereby promoting foreign books?

[quote author=D-deola]Hello people,i'd like to suggest the following books,other suggestions are also welcome.

-the pelican brief by John Grisham

-The conspiracy club by Jonathan Kellerman

-Eat,pray and love by Elizabeth Gilbert

-The last juror by John Grisham

Like i said earlier suggestions are welcom and i hope that by this weekend we should be able to come to a reasonable conclusion.

Thanks for your support people,i appreciate.[/quote]Why not Nigerian books?

With a hat on his head,
Blue and red,
Eshu strolled down the path
On the village thread

Each on one side of the road,
Thought his own to be true
In their wise folly,
They sought to make it known.

They argued, fought, maimed
Minds they subjugated
In broken cages, mental boxes
Of ideologies, perspectives.

Forcing their view on others
Each echoed his true way
Forgetting the view of others
on the other side of the road.

Until one climed up a tree
And glanced at eshu's trickery
Only then could they see
There are numerous paths to a story.

What is the root of your reality?
Are they chains bound to folly?
For like the press we are quick to judge
Without defence or a jury.

Has it ended? Can you share the link? We need more of this

Congrats to the winner. At least the award has shown that some people are desperate for cheap recognition and fame

This article has been published in a newspaper months before now. I wonder if the author is the poster

Baba God,
For dis gate
of tears,
Na him I put
my prayer request.
Yet,
after 5 years
You still no send.

My life
be like flute,
Wey dey sound
like gen.
My heart
be like fruit,
Wey be poison
to belle.

Cloth no fit
cover my shame,
Perfume no dey
hide my odour
Cos I never
change my last name
or bring man come
knock my papa door

I be virgin,
I dey fast.
I dey choir,
be church worker
Yet runs girls
like cynthia
Come even
get husband

My pikin,
I see your
prayer requests,
and baggages
for the gate of tears,
But yes, I send.
ur husband
since 5 years.

You remember
broda luke
Wey you yab
with your friend
You say e no fit buy
tyre tube
I don make
am millionaire.

What about Seyi?
You talk say
him too short.
Becos you
From itsekiri,
You no even
gree am talk

You be virgin,
I gree.
Church worker,
E good.
But you no fit keep,
Broda chidi,
Cos ​​U̶̲̥̅̊ dey do S.​​U̶̲̥̅̊
Long skirts, no make-up.

So my pikin,
Wetin I do do?
My job
na to send husband,
Your job
na to keep am.
Na why I give you brain.
For yourself, make way.

Ishilove

Dem say dis gospel na for mankind. Afterall, dem say 'he became poor, so that I might be rich.' Why e come be say if you no get money, dem no go respect you. Even for house of God, kwa! Dem born you well make you siddon for front of church if you no park your car for outside? Even the kain car go dtermine wey the ushers go put you. If you dey drive jalope, na for back you go pack your car.
Na so one sunday, I dey church. Two people dey my front. One big man and one poor man. The big man wear traditional, those kain wear the lines for the dress fit cut person finger. The other man, the poor man carry hair like shaggy. The white shirt wey e dey wear don turn to 'it was white'. Those kain white wey if. E touch water, all the fish go kpai. Him black trousers don turn brown, whether na becos the man no get money to buy omo or him don wash am so tey e the colour don fade, na him sabi. Time come reach for praise and worship, and as usual everybody come dey show him skills. Azonto, etighi, galala, suoo, name am. Everybody just dey gyrate like Terry G, except cripple sha. Dem say na when people dey dance, na him cripple dey wish say e get leg.
I notice say if dem dey sing, the big man go dey hold him nose, throw way face go another side. At first, I think say na paparazzi the big man dey form. Besides him body be like michelin so him no go fit move. but wetin dey man dey experience pass am, as him dey event sweat upon the oye-pumping wey full church. As the worship come dey go on, and the anointing come dey come down, pastor jump on top stage to come minister to him flock. Na so him say, "hold yourselves into and decree on one another". My people, na there yawa go gas o. As people dey speak in tongues, raining fire and brimstone, dey punch air as if na Tyson and holyfield dey fight, spraying saliva, em except me sha. Me no sabi speak in tongue. How I go dey talk wetin I no know? And if I no know am, how God go understand me na? Anyway dat one na talk for anoda day. As we, (sorry dem) dey pray, this big man and shaggy hold dem hands. We never even go half of the first prayer point, na him the big man just shout "jesos!!". Ah! No be holy ghost o. Na so him signal usher to come. As tatafo na, I just tune my antenna to grab the latest news.
"Please sir, could you please go behind, we have seats available there" the usher talk.
"Why na? For wetin?" Shaggy dey ask, dey provoke.
"As you can see, the front seats are reserved for special guests and respectable people. Besides our live coverage of the sermon should show this people. You are not dresses for such publicity sir." Hmm. Na so my ear stand. At forst, I think say na fashion modelling the usher dey talk about. Shaggy no dey find dis story funny.
"Wetin you mean by special guests and dressed for the occassion?" Him voice come dey increase. The usher self come dey twist him nose because of the paraga smell wey comot shaggy mouth. Me I call am nasal tsunami. I dey sure say if fly pass, the fly for die sef.
"No be house of God be dis. So una don dey do politics for church abi? Becos I no get money?"
"No that sir, but like I said, these seats are reserved for..."
"Sharraap your mouth. Eediot! No be your colleague direct me come here. Wetin this man tell ​​U̶̲̥̅̊ wey ​​U̶̲̥̅̊ come dey chance me like this?" But the katakata just dey start. Na so other ushers come join. Some go just put head, comot, because of the tsunami. As dem dey taka the matter, no do, no do, na so the head of ushers come come there.
"Yes gentlemen, what's going on?" But the way him look shaggy from head to toe, I know say him own don be. As dem explain finish, the head usher come say
"Sir, that is our church policy. You can't be dressed as a beggar and seat in front. It is not good for our image. I would advise you to go to the back to avoid further embrassment. Yeepa! For church? I know say shayo dey smell for the man body. I know say, him no dress well. But no be dis kain people the gospel dey meant for. Abi the gospel na for rich people? All dis while, the big man just bone as if him no know wetin happen. Na so shaggy look up, as if to ask God why. Him carry him bible waka comot church. I follow am look up. Na gold ceilings dey the church. If God need gold ceilings to talk to me, and if ushers go dey put people for front to promote the image or according to as you dress, na him be say the gospel na for rich people o.

I nominate ishilove

You don't need a voice
to be heard.
Or an ear to hear
the still small voice.

Your vision is not
an offspring of your eyes
Or your path,
the reward of having legs.

The taste of defeat,
does not perch on the tongue
Or the smell of money
yield to the nose.

You may be so poor,
That all you have is money.
Yet you are free,
But caged by society.

The gate to salvation,
Is not opened by religion.
Just as facial beauty
Should not be taken at face value.

The devil would never meet you,
Dressed in black overalls.
He is afterall,
An angel of light.

Truth is sometimes protected,
With a bodyguard of lies.
The dance of the water spirits,
Is not an invitation to party.

The ocean cannot quench
The thirst of the soul,
Even the appetite of a glutton,
Cannot match the lust for a woman.

The unclothedness of beauty,
Is veiled with clothes.
So is the unclothedness,
Of evil.

The deepest wounds,
Shed no blood.
And orange juice,
Is not Agbala's libation

Last saturday,
I passed through campus,
Amused,
By my foolishness.

Reminiscing,
On relationships,
That stood,
on broomsticks

Lofty dreams,
Strung with cobwebs,
Where reality,
is scene of my fiction.

Clothes mattered,
Phones, status symbols
Trying to impress
With money not earned.

The alcohol, and smoke
Behind closed doors,
Where only the walls
Understand our language.

The girls who took,
Looks over books
The guys who took,
Boobs over cooks.

But our calabash of dreams
fetch not of reality's streams
Flowing from life's hills
Outside our campus gates

Out of your loins,
Hence i came,
Bringing a part of you,
With me.
I stand, like a canvas,
before,your authority,
Paint me,
With your prejudices

I came through you,
But not from you.
I came with eyes,
But you gave me vision.
I came with a heart,
But you gave me courage.
You gave me shoes,
But I must chose my path.

My mother's kind words,
Are like broken clay pots,
Fetching from life's rivers.
Your harsh words,
Are the breast plate
For life's battles.
The shield
For nature's tempest

Like the rush of wind,
That pushes the rain clouds.
Like the ocean,
That belges sand ashore,
Like the earth,
That pushes forth its fruits
I carry a part of you into the future,
touching the naked body of your dreams.

You are the shadow,
Of my thoughts.
I am the reflection
of your dreams
You are not my father,
But my guide in this world,
Through life's treacherous mazes,
To discover myself.

No commets?

olulu: I did? means u good then . This piece was written to be performed, that's why its nice.
We actually re-posted two of your poetic piece on our blog, this one and the one about modern day Christians.

Our monthly Performance Poetry and Spoken Word open mic event called "Chill and Relax, comes up every 2nd Sunday of the month in Gbagada, Lagos from 3pm, and there are other open mic poetry shows around Lagos like Freedom Hall (weekly) and Taruwa (monthly), where you can also perform at.

Okay. I would be available in january. I know of taruwa but don't get notifications. I also know of the event on gbagada. If you would be kind, you could send me an email to notify me of these events. Thanks

olulu: @afroxyz

This your piece is nice, I like it,(note i say piece and not poem, cos it reads more like Spoken Word than Poetry). U should consider performing this piece on stage, maybe at one of our open mic Poetry event and if we like your delivery, you just might feature in WORD UP Volume 3 aka Da Love thang come February 2013.
I am one of the promoter of WORD UP, the biggest Spoken Word Poetry and Soul Music event in Nigeria. The first edition of WORD UP was held on August 18, 2012 and the 2nd edition, WORD UP Volume 2 was held November 17, 2012.
Check out some of the pixs and videos on http://wordup411..com/, the dvd will be out soon.
Do let me know if you are interested, especially as we have our monthly Performance Poetry and Spoken Word open mic event called "Chill and Relax, coming up December 9, 2012 in Soluyi, Gbagada from 3pm. Its our last poetry show for the year.

Cheers, and keep writing, keep vibing, keep flowing and keep the words alive.

I would be happy to perform it. I remember you also made a similar gesture after reading another of my poems I posted here. However, I would not be available for the Dec 9 event. Maybe in a subsequent edition (january or so). I would be glad to be part of it. Thanks