THERE WAS A MAN.

THERE WAS A MAN.

The literary world didn’t remain the same after the advent of this man; I believe it will never remain the same after his demise. He had this strong will and desire to tell a story; he put this zeal on the wheels, by telling our story. He championed our cause. He was the only civilian that prophesied the first coup of our dear country, and it came to pass even before his prophecy was published.

       He didn’t hide his face in our mistakes and pretend that all was well; he never folded his arms, rather he pointed fingers to our mistake, and directed us out of them, even though we ignored him.

       This was a noble gentleman, who once lived with us on earth; he was so vibrant, that his demise left a vacuum in the lines of our history. He started the journey into the world like everyone did, had setbacks like most of us, but above all he was a success. He made the whites believe that we are Africans and indeed we have a history; he took us to the forefront and fought the battle until his last breath, he was seen as a controversial writer, his works were always poignant, as he injected into us, the wealth of his wisdom. To many critics, he was just a Paper Tiger.

       In most cases, he was misinterpreted, but his spirit was never dampened. To the old he was a hero and to the young he was a mirror.

       I have wondered if God is calling all our heroes home for another ‘ABURI ACCORD’, this time in heaven. Ojukwu fought our war with arms, and this man fought with pen. Why have they gone home, they have left us alone to fight for our throne? In the space of a year, we have lost two wisdom trays. The most recent of them is this man.

       He was a Man of The People, and now that he has gone, Things Have Fallen Apart, and the land is No Longer at Ease. We just hope that this is not the Arrow of God upon us. Indeed There Was a Country, and in that country there was a man, there was CHINUA ACHEBE.

Augustus C.

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22 Year Old Law Graduate EZINNE AKUDO Wins Miss Nigeria Beauty Pageant.

22 Year Old Law Graduate EZINNE AKUDO Wins Miss Nigeria Beauty Pageant. 

The winner has emerged for the  2013 Miss Nigeria contest that was held yesterday at Intercontinental hotel, Lagos.The winner, a beautiful 22 year old law graduate of Abia State University, Ezinne Akudo beat all the  other contestants to snag the crown.
She won N3million a brand new car, and a trip to California. 
Congrats Ezinne.

STREET KNOCKS

STREET KNOCKS.

Sometimes we realise, though too late, that in our desire to be a man, we have failed in our duties as a boy.

Growing up in the street is like living with a beast. It’s a jungle where you wake with a kiss and sleep with a hiss. I wonder why you will need an alarm bell to wake you in the street. Unless you are deaf to the cockcrows, rattles from rats, gunshots from gangsters and most of all buzzes from our dearest friend mosquito. These are the common alarm bells that can wake you in a street.

You don’t need an intro to tell you that you are in the four walls of our ghetto. One step in, and you are embraced by the ghetto sin, you either join the chorus or carry the cross.

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The law here is intelligence, acidic smartness, a lorry load of experience, craftiness and a bucket full of greed and patience. You tame what you catch, and just hope to hang on to it, before someone else takes what belongs to him.

In this street your best friend is a chain smoker, your colleague is a swindler, and your companion is a nymphomaniac. But one thing remains certain, you decide for yourself.

Suddenly you remember that your father is a deacon, your mother a deaconess, and you are already planning on becoming a saint. With all these friends around, it’s either you face defeat or quit the street.

However the decision lies in your hands, whatever decision you make, don’t forget who you are. Sometimes it doesn’t matter, what you are or where you are for now. What matters is who you are and where you are from now.

Augustus C.

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Shots From Home

shots from home

WHEN.

WHEN.

Life in the street has thought me to be cautious of who I meet and where I feast.

Trust has been lost, and neither friends nor foes can pay the cost. We all live in a sphere where best friends live in fear. Time has gone and yet we have not outgrown this fear of the unknown. The truth has been uprooted from its root and left unsheltered in the open air, to be bathed by the scourging heat of the sun and pierced by fierce thorns.

       We believe what we are told and share the same stories to the fold, without cultivating the interest to find out the truth.

       The truth is tied in a sack and left in the dark, while lies are brought forth to spotlight. Rumors are now the order of the day, driving freely in the subway of our subconscious. And leaving its imprints in the minds of those affected.

       No wonder those below are neglected, because those on top have been polluted. Those we deem to be wise have left us disappointed after they joined the mass in the quest for the endless gain of the grain.

Each morning we wake to a new crime and a new lie. Our mentors have left us midway into the journey; our suitors have left us halfway into the ceremony. We are left on a cross road. Caught in the trap of choice without a map or guild. Only then did we realize that we have entrusted our future in the hands of bleak creatures. Men whose conscience has been clouded with despicable thoughts.

       October 1^st signaled that we are 52minutes into the game and yet no goal attempts, only shooting wild our expectations like blind hunters. Exhausting gainful opportunities, committing leadership errors, and constantly loosing possession of our dreams. When shall we equalize our efforts with success? Must we wait for an extra tenure? Why can’t we utilize effectively the 1^st & 2^nd tenures available to us? Probably we are waiting for the luck shootout, where success smiles on the fortunate and leaves the hardworking ill fated.

       When shall we stand to the truth and unite our province with the actualization of our promise? When shall we put smiles on the faces of those whose loved ones were convicted in the misfortunes of the bomb and flood? When shall we become so patriotic to unite heart and might in the service of the nation so as to bring it to limelight?

       Nigeria will always remain our country, passion may strain but our affection will remain within its boundary.

AUGUSTUS BILL

2012

      

      

EVER GREEN

EVER GREEN

The naturally great hardly live long

Fortunately sad some do not here belong

To this eminent group of Great Men

Who sometimes never sowed a semen

The Nazarene came to save us

With wisdom that cuts like scissors

The evil world went wide with terror

Paraded him before a mortal Emperor

Maybe Martin was never even a savior

He had a dream sweet and now superior

Shakur BIG may not be your heroes

Yet you may never blot out their echoes

Fela sings our woes with weeds and women

State nailed him on the cross of clergyman

Today his prophecies speak loud like scars

On consciences of Generals now without Stars

Dominated by the ravishing rays of Mandela

You may take the therapy of Mother Theresa

Like Hendrix, Marley and Lucky dreads done in

 Though Their acts and songs are still breathing

This could be a lengthy list of great Losses

Of stars gone and legends soon to be in boxes

Copyright - Austyn