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@epi: You're good, girl. Its official But you gats finish the story now, or else. . . . ![]() Init funny tho, the reply list looks like a roll-call from the Rant thread? ok, no, V aint here yet. |
tubabie: So that's what you called me. I've stopped laffing. Seriously, i'm angry now. Tubie, you better start doing something about it . . . . like giving me nice round-downs and lots of french kissesariblaze: Chief-o, carry time-o, i dey parra-vex. But tell me tho, do i look that much like a cave-man? That allusion really hurts. |
@tubabie: Just playing witcha girl, i swear, just playing!!! ![]() But abeg tuby, wetin be "troglodyte"? I go laff die!! |
@Joan: Got heads-up from Seun about the writers' group thingy yet? |
You know, i think i've got a rant. . . . Ok, here it comes: TUBABIE, YOU'RE A BITCH!!!!!!!! |
ariblaze:I think blu and epi should come and sign this. Tg is exempted shaa - she was created with maternal instincts; i believe she agrees absolutely with everything that honorable document propounds. Sincerely speaking. ![]() |
Mmmmh, this joke smells ![]() |
Y'all should shut up. . . . as in, shut da f**k up. |
oriyomi1:Someone clicked on the wrong link ![]() |
Your story flows well, but I think you should make it more realistic. You wake up somewhere,bleeding, lost, then you discover your mum beside you, dead, and you say: "Mum?" Is that all you can really say? And then you go on to find out that one of her limbs has been hacked off, and you. . . just sit back, silent? I really don't think that's what i'd do. ![]() Keep it up shaa, you have a knack for making the story flow - don't forget that, |
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Seriously, Balze, u got a gun? I don't have one. Can you come to PH? I need those assholes wasted; you can be my side-kick. |
Hi Blaze, V, Sisi, Tg, Blue,MoJi, everybody else. i know i'm gonna be getting the regular cold shoulder for the long absence. its ok, i dont mind. i'm too angry to care anyway. Finished the graduate training programme last week - fraught with unscheduled powerpoint presentations to management; long periods in the sun slinging drillpipes; unbelievable mountains of tool files to sort through, update, and create comprehensive databases of each. And after all that -all that painful hell, this is what they finally give me: Operations Officer. . . in the fcking warehouse!! What happened to Downhole Fishing Engineer, or Geologist/Geophysicist, or worse goes to worst, Sales Engineer, huh?? I mean, what was the need for all those grueling presentation preparations if i was gonna be given a position in Warehouse Operations - me, a fcking Operations Officer?? Isn't that just a nice way of calling someone a yard hand?? I didn't do bad in the programme, matter of fact, i was GOOD! And the Hydrosurvey unit was ready to accept me, so why this? It just aint right. Its too unfair, too too unfair. ![]() I'm very, very sad. What do i do? |
Oriks, this has got to your shortest post in NL. ![]() I got a blog, too. https://www.nairaland.com/nigeria/topic-101448.0.html |
Okay-dokay. |
@Joan: I checked Seun's link at the bottom of the page; turns out the jolly fella has a webpage to his name - http://www.seunosewa.com/. His email and everything is there. I wanted to mail him myself but I felt you'd want to do it yourself - it's your brain-child after all. |
@Joan: Seun is the SOLE OWNER of Nairaland.com; i'm positive he's already seen this post, and if he hasn't then rest assured that he'll definitely come across it during his "through-the-plantation-browsing" before the week is over. However, i think StephenP should take note (he's Lit-NL moderator, by the way), and pass this on to his oga ASAP. Personally I think we can swing this; Joan says she's into publishing, that means she knows what she's talking about. We've got talent here, all we need is coordination and good planning - which I might point is what was lacking in other previous "group" proposals we've had before. So if you got [b]good [/b]literary works ready, then here's the chance. As for me, I'm going to dust up my desk. ![]() |
[img]http://2.bp..com/_lYUBwUE1XDk/Sgrq2sFD-cI/AAAAAAAAAEM/r5Dc42uj_OE/s1600-h/Farafina+Tour.jpg[/img] 9 WRITERS, 4 CITIES: The Book Tour hits Ibadan Cambridge House, Onireke, Ibadan, Saturday May 9, 2009 Tuesday, May 12th, 2009 The event which held at the now memorable Cambridge House in the Onireke area of Jericho, had in attendance the distinguished Professor Ayo Banjo (two-time Vice Chancellor of the University of Ibadan and a world-famous grammarian) as the guest of honour. The host, Joop Berkhout, is the former publisher of Spectrum Books, and a delightful host of the evening of readings, signings and literary interaction. https://blog.farafinamagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/bimbo-adelakun-igoni-barrett-and-toni-kan5-300x217.jpgBimbo Adelakun, Igoni Barrett and Toni Kan https://blog.farafinamagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/professor-ayo-banjo-anwuli-ojogwu-joop-berkhout-george-berkhout-nwaobi-jumoke-verissimo-and-tade-ipadeola2-300x199.jpg Professor Ayo Banjo, Anwuli Ojogwu, Joop Berkhout, George Berkhout-Nwaobi, Jumoke Verissimo and Tade Ipadeola The programme began at 3.00pm with a journey down memory lane, as the host narrated the history of the Cambridge House and its first and most famous occupant, Christopher Okigbo. The poet and then representative of the Cambridge University Press had lived there before he left in 1967 at the beginning of the Civil War. Professor Banjo took over from Joop Berkhout with a reading from the text of the speech delivered at occasion of the dedication of Cambridge House to the memory of the seminal poet by his brother Pius Okigbo. The first author to read from his work was Tade Ipadeola, poet and lawyer, author of A Time of Signs and The Rain Fardel, who read from his two works of poetry. One of his poems is a dedication to Odia Ofeimun. According to the poet, his motivation to write came mainly from his upbringing which had books littering every room in his house. A second motivation came at adulthood with his introduction to the works of Odia Ofeimun. Then there was Jumoke Verissimo who read from her debut collection, I Am Memory. Jumoke – it goes without saying – was a captivating performer whose pregnant pauses and smooth reading cadences took the audience on an enchanting ride on the curves of love poetry. First she read “Ajani”, then “I am Memory”, and the audience broke into loud applause. For Jumoke, writing was all she had always wanted to do since childhood, and as a confessed shy personality, writing was to her a most comforting medium of expression. Next was Eghosa Imasuen, author of To Saint Patrick, who had travelled all the way from Warri to be present at the reading. Speaking at a get-together after the event, Eghosa, who was born in Ibadan but who had never been to the city since birth, claimed to have gone into writing with a healthy dose of inferiority complex which he claimed helps the writer maintain a cool head that constantly seeks improvement. His book is an alternate history of Nigeria, written with a bold look at the “What Ifs” of our recent history. Toni Kan, Lagos-based poet and story writer, read a story from his book of short stories, Nights of the Creaking Bed, to rounds of applause. He had first read from his latest poetry collection, Songs of Absence and Despair, which in his words, was inspired by his observation of helpless women in a long line of Western Union collection point in the bank, and his own overwhelming feeling of loneliness while on a writing grant in Germany. His collection is published by Cassava Republic. The next writer to read was Abimbola Adunni Adelakun, who read an excerpt from her book, Under the Brown Rusted Roofs, a novel that was longlisted for the NLNG’s Nigerian Prize for Literature 2008 and the ANA Prize. Her book tells a tale of many things in the city of brown rusted roofs, and the excerpt which the author read got the audience roaring with laughter. If there was something that Bimbo succeeded brilliantly at in this work, it was dialogue. The author, in portraying a notorious godfather of Ibadan politics, captured the crude politicking of the Molete palace that has come to define Ibadan and its way of life. Speaking before her reading, Bimbo stated that her motivation to write came primarily from a challenge by another writer Professor, Femi Osofisan, who had said at a public lecture at the University of Ibadan that writers from the city had a responsibility to tell its many stories to the world. The famous poet of The Poet Lied fame, Odia Ofeimun, read next from his three new books, (the republished) The Poet Lied, Under African Skies and Dreams at Work. First was “All my vision vexed”, which he wrote while fleeing to Ghana from the newly created republic of Biafra in 1969. With an angry tone but lucid beautiful writing, the poem expressed the frustration of a citizen with a once functional system that had crumbled before his eyes. He next read a poem to the memory of Christopher Okigbo, before his final rendition of a poem written totally in Nigerian Pidgin English. Entitled “Pidgin Soup”, the poem took on a life of its own in the mouth of Odia like “palm oil on a dish of hot boiled yam”. “Pidgin Soup” was a wholly pidgin poem that sought to celebrate the language as an alternative to the “big grammar” of English language. Odia’s lively performance and the musical effect of his deep baritone voice left the crowd exhilarated at the end of his reading. Igoni Barett took the floor next to read from his collection of short stories entitled From Caves of Rotten Teeth. His first reading was “A Loss” which tells the story of a young man who had lost his wallet and discovered the fact only after he was in a bus with a scary conductor. Then the poet and editor, Amatoritsero Ede, took the floor to read a second story from the collection, this one entitled “Letters”, which was a moving story of a mother, her child and a runaway father. The final reading for the day was by Lindsay Barrett who, interestingly, is also the father of Igoni. In a tribute to his son, Lindsay Barrett confessed to having been very impressed so far with the progress of his son’s literary career. Lindsay Barrett then read “Rivers”, a poem about the NigerDelta (where he is now based), before finally reading his tribute to the late academic, Femi Fatoba, who was his friend. Overall, it was a well-attended programme, which had in the audience Professor Dan Izevbaye of the University of Ibadan, the musician Beautiful Nubia, poet and editor Amatoritsero Ede from Canada, and publisher Ayodele Arigbabu, among many others. There were informal autograph sessions for the signature seekers, and there were books to buy, as well as the latest issue of Farafina magazine. The train of the reading writers now heads back to Lagos for another reading on Sunday, May 17th at The Palms, before moving to Warri and Benin. Report by Kola Tubosun culled from http://blog.farafinamagazine.com/?m=200905 |
hi y'all - blaze, blu, V, Tg, Toyo, epi. I'm back; what did i miss? iice, nice seeing yo post. |
Pepeye:No, it's because of that; its just because we loooooove using because all the time. By the way, you have a problem with because? |
Mmmmh, all this salmon and tilapia talk, me na okporoko and kroka wey i sabi o - with roasted boli and yam - yummy!!! ![]() |
@nino: guy u dey fall hand my here-o. Babes no dey coal city again, so tey u dey ask dem to call u for NL? Even if you must, then at least try use style do am - like asking for the chic's addy first, the calls will come later. |
hi V, u are drunk. One alcoholic to another: go sober up. I'm in a bad enof mood today; dont make it any worse - very, very ugly things will happen to the person who does that. |
Ok, checked it myself. 25 Boyle street, Onikan - Lagos. I think you can buy it online right from the site, but the link seems to have a glitch. |
Actually, it's the Rantster's world. ![]() |
arogbowei:If you're in Lagos, check Kachifo Books - somewhere in Onikan. Check their site for the address: www.kachifo.com. If in P.H, check BookWorld near Rumurolu round-about. |
Eagle1:C'mon dude, Siena posted that TWO years ago, so he DEFINITELY must be done un-winding by now. |
I like Feddie, she doesn't take shit - even from 6-yr-olds. I totally identify with that. Naughty little thingys. If it was me, i'da added the Mike Tyson left-hook and upper cut. Yep. When's the book coming out, Joan? If it ain't too expensive, i'll buy one. ![]() |
What's this doing in the jokes section? Or, did i miss the punch-line? |
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Shut up, V. |
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Is that all you can really say? And then you go on to find out that one of her limbs has been hacked off, and you. . . just sit back, silent? I really don't think that's what i'd do. 
