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Hello Larry Sun
It's been so long ago. How have you been? Hoping to read from you soon
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By Teehem

Pointing has always been an invaluable skill/gift whichever way you may have it. If you disbelieve, check your Quran, bible or ask your Ifa/Agbala as it applies to you.

Amean, having the power or the skill isn’t enough. After digesting this rant, you should never wonder anymore why footballers point in celebration at nothing in particular when they score/win or why your district Pastor keeps pointing when delivering his usual kini. Jesus pointed, remember? But that’s not all.

I was not there when Mungo Park parked at the source of the Niger and realized his own ‘American Dream’. But I have an intelligent guess, He must have pointed. I know He did point at the first few slaves He took over there with him because (take good note of the following) my fore ancestors were among them. How do I know this? I feel a stirring in my breast whenever I relive the epic moment; in my dreams of course.

It’s sad to say this art is fading into unpopularity. It’s tragic, to put it properly. Like how Adam ate the apple and put an end to global nudism. Tragic, man… I tells* you.
[Continue here http://nantygreens.com/runt-rant/]

I want to be a beautiful bird
Precisely..Odidere
Odidere and its flashing wonders
With its garments of bright colours

Then I shall call a show in the Sun
And invite all other birds to the contest

And Okin
Okin with its feathers of pride

And Ogongo
Ogongo and its long feet

And Adaba
Adaba and its white clothe of serenity

And Kowe
Kowe the talkative bird

I shall arraign them in a contest
The most vibrant nightingale will get the prize
And other birds shall serve your bird

And Odidere sets the mark
For other birds to run

And Ogongo led the race
Passing a mile in a go

And Okin waddled pass
Leaving its mark of beauty on the track

And Kowe flied in thick wings
Breaking the pole with beak so saucy

[continue here http:///13H3NWo]

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Ilu Sioni series have been on nantygreens.com for a while now.

Today's post is episode 4. Catch the whole of it here http://nantygreens.com/?s=ilu+sioni

Really exciting creative piece.

This photograph was not taken in Nigeria…neither anywhere in Africa.

Here's the story : I was out with my cousin having our usual late night stroll
when we both stumbled upon this signage. You can imagine our reaction
as Nigerians on seeing the great Nigerian legend's name up there
and so we moved closer to look properly and clear any doubts that we saw something else.

Continue here http://nantygreens.com/fela-in-brussels/

Water roughly splashed across his face roused him.

It took his eyes several minutes to adjust because

they were hurting and his head was also pounding.

He was still in the same alley but now had the

unwanted company of all five of his assailants.

Their leader judging by his bearing was an almost toothless heavyset man-ape,

tattooed generously across the face with ancient Oyo tribal marks.

He looked more burnt than black. Even in his dazed state,

Fido concluded death would be scared of the man.



“E joo sa…” {Sorry, sir…} Fido started to say.

“Nomuba wan, mo hate ki eeyan ma pe mi ni sa” {number one, I hate people who address me as sir} the man said.

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…Fido raced on like a mad dog out of hell. it was one of those adrenalin
controlled moments in ones’ life when the brain and its’ reasoning capabilities
suddenly go on vacation or take a back seat and let reflex drive.
There were four…no, five hefty guys on at his back and they were not about to ask for his autograph.
He was no star, at least not today, maybe tomorrow.
Sneaking a quick look back through his peripheral vision, he corrected
his earlier judgment that the guys behind him were hefty. In all fairness,
‘immense’ was the correct word to adequately describe them.
They were like moving houses; the kinds nobody could build where he lived.

Read the rest here http://nantygreens.com/ilu-sioni-illusion-episode-1/

by Adeoti Oluwakemi, Rasaq Gbolahan

Skies

shed tears

Eagles hawked songs of dirges

Across the wakeful ears of mourning mourners

And

the panic wind

Gathered shattered memories

moon

Read more here http://nantygreens.com/songs-of-dirges-after-dana-crash-darkened-sunday/

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I want you

To be my sun –

Shining through the darkest of nights

My moon – light on my path

That cool breeze after the rain

Air rich in earth; belch of worms’ delight

read the rest here http:///MoLHO75f

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