by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 21, 2015 | POEMS
POISON TONGUE
To stay, would’ve have wished
at least for years more
Had it not been for the deceiver
Who my presence values not
They were here
Others were
She, a roaring lion chased them
The bird in the air
Had pity due to moans, endless groans
To their destiny it escorted them
now they sing Hallelujah!
Take heed as i say
That of her whisper this night past,
I heard, it was all lies
Sadly, in them you did swim
And demonised my sanity
But i won’t speak of innocence
I leave it to the Almighty
Time is a just judge
it will tell
Deceitful tongue
By the break of dawn
It came back, the bird did
Sung me a sweet lullaby
Said i had to prepare
For the journey to homeland
Where those relatives
that went before me
keep singing, Hallelujah!
Ask not why am leaving
When you never questioned
my stay
It means nothing when
It was her presence that mattered
Her words were pleasing to your sight
In them, you searched for truth
Not in mine, so go to her
How will i say Adieu
To the many seasons under your
tutelage, Father?
You’ve been the best
Though ‘ve seen the worst
From the other body
you call your own
‘Her tongue spits poison’
Label her a demigod
Reward you for that she will
To her earthly throne
Enshrined in her constitution
Is freedom of the only kind
‘Freedom of worship’
Not to anyone
But to her dictatorship
It was a vision
Arising from the sole reason;
Pain, pain and more pain
I exit parental guidance
And enter bachelorhood
In this other world
i am the captain of my Ship
if it sails backwards,
i will have myself to blame…
By me, The God Centered Poet
About the Author
Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary For The Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ,in heavens wing..
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 18, 2015 | SHORT STORIES
THE BIRTH OF HOPE
It had been an hour since the little man came out of the cemetery and sat on that bench at the entrance. In silence, he was looking at the people passing. Despite his tender and charming smile, nobody was looking at him; he even called some with their names, but they did not bother looking at him. Seconds, minutes, hours passed. Still nobody taking the time to check on him. They all seemed busy in their minds running to more attracting pleasures; when children had wanted to come and have a moment with him, elders were always there to hold them back.
He was seven years old, and dressed like the son of a peasant. Despite his unattractive appearance, he looked in perfect health. He did not seem lost, and no father and no mother was looking after him. A “happy orphan”, he could have said to be.
Early in the afternoon, he was still there, looking and smiling charmingly at people; no food had he eaten, and no water had he drunk. Nevertheless he was smiling. Time passed and a dove, unexpectedly, landed on his left shoulder at the same moment a little girl came to him. She was so shy that she quietly sat on his right. The boy turned to her with that same friendly smile;
– Why? he asked.
She looked at him with those deep brown eyes and shrugged.
– There come your parents. You’d better go now.
She briefly looked at her family showing disappointment, and shrugged again.
– Why? she asked in her turn.
– Because of you, he answered.
– Where is your mother?
– You are the one.
Hope is here
The little girl smiled wider. «Come on Divine! What are you doing here alone?» said the father angry. «It’s been hours that we’ve been looking for you…» her mother was almost devastated; but she was happy to see her daughter fine and safe.
None of the elders cared for the little boy with the dove on his shoulder. Divine wanted to say a word, but her parents did not let her do. They were already taking her away. She tried, but they would not even listen, so she kept quiet. She turned round and she only had time to see the boy and the dove vanishing like smoke in the air. They were gone.
When she got home, Divine told her grandmother about the little boy and the dove.
– Thank you my God. Your Name shall always be glorified.
And the same night, the old woman closed her eyes forever. A few minutes before, she told her daughter: «Divine is the next dawn…» Obviously, Divine’s mother did not get those words. She discussed it with her husband, who did not succeed giving a helpful explanation. They finally gave up.
Years passed and Divine grew older. She became an influent woman, internationally renowned for her programmes to educate poor children, and give them an opportunity to take part in the building of a wonderful future for Africa.
So many times, she returned to that bench where she met the little boy and the dove; but never again did she see him. Though she was still feeling his presence, she did not see him again.
The morning of her death, her grandson came to her with an incredible story. «Grandma, I met a little girl today…»
– She was well dressed, and she had a dove on her right shoulder. Right? Divine added.
– Grandma… How… How do you know?
– Your heart is great. Always listen to that little voice.
And Divine told her son: «Listen to Victor. Let him be the light in this tunnel.»
About the author
My name is Théodore René Ndebi, born in Cameroon.
I graduated in Banking Management.
But what really makes me proud and happy is WRITING !!!!!
I started writing around 1990. I write the most I can.
I mostly write for children’s future. As a child I had always dreamt of a world where poor children and orphans could be happy as well.
I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi…
I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…)
My first published novel THE LAST GHOST/Son Of Struggle got published in 2013 by AuthorhouseUK; it appears in the LOS Angeles Times Festival Of Books Catalogue 2014 Page 8.
Available online @ Amazon, Kindle, AuthorhouseUK, Barnes & Noble, Indie…
I wrote numerous award winning texts. Book Reviewer and Translator. Member of OneAfricanChild since 2013. Co-Founder of Le Salon Du Livre Yaounde-Cameroon.
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by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 17, 2015 | POEMS
GIRL I LOVED YOU ONCE
Girl I loved you once
And that was before you showed me
A part of you which I never knew
Bitter lessons I then drew
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
You showed me your waist
And granted the green lights
That I could proceed had I preferred
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
We went to hebalium gardens
Where you exposed your tits
And thighs plus calculated sighs
For the touch I had maneuvered
Was flailing and hot
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
You made me see your navel
So that I would marvel
And get into the mood
Of evading the virgin waters
The wet of places never dry
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
Our spirituality was dwindling
Dreaming nasty dreams
Got attacked by demonic spirits
In the process
These evils gave them access
Girl I loved you once
And was determined to die for us
But your angelic voice
Turned out inviting but immoral
As we made those late night calls
Girl I loved you once
And that was before I realised
We were but living in sin
Then I no longer gave you affection
At a time you still expressed passion
Thus you threatened to quit
Due to lack of attention
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
We felt the guilty conscience
Then i figured out why
Heaven never smiled at us
And Oh girl! It all emanated
From the poisoned kiss
The strip tease
The lusts of the flesh
we wanted to please
But girl, though I loved you once
This is our last chance
Before we entirely forget about us
and embark a journey on separate ways
Let’s also forget about sin
and many a worldly invention
As each one works out their own salvation
And to you girl who I loved once
This poem to you should be my last
So let it teach you something
Albeit we have a common past
But sharing God’s word is a must
For eternal salvation is kept for those
Who in Christian walk remain steadfast
By me, The Whum Hero and Of course The God Centered Poet
About the Author
Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary For The Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ,in heavens wing..
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 15, 2015 | POEMS
Mojirola Abeki
Yes, a million birds-one peacock
A million stars-one moon
A million women-one you
Eyė Bi Okin k’osi nigbo
I have a story to tell you
Yes, a tear to break
I have a head to ache
The story of true missing love
The skies are without a star
The moon, hidden like a scar
My pain cannot be taken to a spa
For My smile is only an avatar
Two lovebirds
Everything seem fake
Even the cake we bake
Soothes our pain and aches
Only for a little joy break
When would I find one like you?
Whose love never aches
Who would hold my hands thru pains
And would know my smile is pale
Who would tell me who I truly am
Abeki, loving you is eternal
Beyond life’s ephemeral
Your touch Soothes my sprain
Your voice Soothes my pain
Your presence give hope
Your absence-tears evoke
When would I find one?
Whose love is greater than mother’s
Whose support is greater than father’s
Whose care company feels like brother’s
Perhaps when I meet you Again.
TIJANI Oluwamayowa.
About the Author
Tijani is a poet, witty speaker, and award-winning Journalist. He was awarded most outstanding Pressman at University of Ibadan for 2013 and 2014.
As a public speaker, Tijani became arguably the finest speaker on any Nigerian campus, following his win at the Nigerian Championship of Public Speaking (Abuja 2013).
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by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 14, 2015 | THE TABLE TALK
EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH TADE IPADEOLA
To start the “Celebrate a legend” segment of Kreative Diadem. Our very first guest is no other person than the winner of Africa’s biggest literature prize, 2013 Nigeria Prize for Literature ($100,000 sponsored by NLNG) and the current President of PEN Nigeria, Tade Ipadeola.
The interview sheds lucidity on his journey in the world of poetry, the uniqueness of the award-winning, Sahara Testaments and his advice to the emerging generation of young poets and writers.
Enjoy the educative interview as Tade Ipadeola opens up on his sojourn.
- Who is Tade Ipadeola?
Answer: Tade Ipadeola is a human being who learnt to write and who enjoys the art of writing perhaps more than any other thing on earth. Along the way, I also studied to become a lawyer, a librarian and a small press publisher. I don’t suppose that the definition of my identity is anywhere near complete, but, midlife now, I can hazard a guess that who Tade Ipadeola really is, by now, is clear to most people.
- Can you please share about your childhood memories?
Answer: My parents were schoolteachers who really had a love and a passion for education. My mother is alive though very old now but my father died in 2014. I have fond memories of childhood in Fiditi where my grandmother lived with us. There were a lot of cousins and nieces in the house, growing up and a lot of books. My parents invested a fortune in books.
As a child in the seventies, life was simpler. We didn’t have a television in the house until 1977, about the time that FESTAC was on air. I remember tense times too. The Dimka coup, for instance, and how it cast a pall on the country at the time. But, for the most part, childhood was pleasant enough.
- Will you consider yourself as a poet or a lawyer?
Answer: I am both a poet and a lawyer. It is a mode of life which makes different demands on the mind. I don’t think I can quite tell just how much being a lawyer influences my poetry but lately I have been thinking about it. Being a poet also influences my practice as a lawyer. I tend to seek answers beyond the letter of the law, I want to sound out the spirit of legislation.
- What initiated your entry into the league of poets?
Answer: My earliest influences were my grandmother and my mother. My grandmother, Apinke Ipadeola, had a beautiful facility for language and conversation. She was a great conversationalist in Yoruba. My mother taught me my first nursery rhymes, naturally. She taught them to me in both Yoruba and English but never in Yorubanglish as some people tend to do nowadays. My late father taught literature in English and made me read poets like J.P Clark and Wole Soyinka. It was in university that I discovered poets like Niyi Osundare and later, Odia Ofeimun.
Ayantade Ipadeola
- Which did you start with Yoruba or English poems? Which one is your favorite?
Answer: My first written poems were in English but I have written a couple of poems in Yoruba and I have translated some of my own poems into Yoruba from English.
- In the school of poetry, who are your mentors and role models?
Answer: To list all my influences will take forever. But starting with J.P Clark, Soyinka, Okigbo, Niyi Osundare, Femi Osofisan, Harry Garuba, W.B Yeats, Keats, Pound, Eliot, Muldoon, and Ofeimun, I found exemplars. I have also been reading contemporaries like Ian Duhig and American poets like Auden and Langston Hughes.
- What inspires your writing of poems?
Answer: Feeling one’s way towards substance, emotionally and intellectually, I guess, is the touchstone for poetry.
- What are the things you will advise all poets to keep doing to put their muse intact?
Answer: Read poetry, and essays, and good fiction. Read collections of poetry, novels, the occasional biography and autobiography, short story collections and books of essays all interest me. Presently I am reading J.P Clark’s Still Full Tide, his collected works. A phenomenal collection for range and an example of what a committed poet should aim at accomplishing within a lifetime. I find myself wondering how he found the time to also write the plays. I read drama too but I’d rather go to the theatre for that than read the book. If the playwright is long dead and the play isn’t part of the repertoire of any theatre company around, then I’d read the play in a book. Say Aeschylus for example, or Sophocles. I wrestle with scholarly books from time to time, I’ve been reading Akin Adesokan’s Post Colonial Artists and Global Aesthetics recently, it is a rare accomplishment and I think every serious writer should engage the ideas in the book.
Decorated in 2009 by Delphic Laurel in Poetry for his Yoruba poem “Songbird” at the Delphic Games in Jeju, South Korea.
- How were you able to balance your poetry engagements and work?
Answer: I don’t think I have ever made that kind of distinction in my conscious or unconscious life. Poetry is work. Very hard work, and lawyering is work as well. It would be absurd for me to see either as play. I take pleasure in my work.
10 Amidst your published works, which one do you consider to be the best? And why?
Answer: This is like asking a parent to choose a favourite among his children. I do think my work deserves equal affection from me.
- Asides poetry, which other genre of literature appeals to you?
Answer: I like the essay form, then fiction, then plays. I think I like them in that order.
- Can you share the memories of your most memorable day as a poet?
Answer: I have had many memorable days, with poetry. But the one I cannot ever forget was the day when I wrote, in chalk, a poem on the wall of my father’s house. As he was returning from the orchard at the backyard, he saw the poem. And then he asked me if I had written it. I told him it was my original composition. I thought I saw the shadow of a smile on his face then. This is perhaps one of those private moments I really enjoyed, my father was very good at telling good work from bad work.
- Majority believe that poets and generally writers are not appreciated in Nigeria, what is your take on this?
Answer: All over the world, poets are in danger of being taken for granted. In Nigeria, this is especially true. It is a mistake for any culture not to appreciate the poets because poets keep the language in vigorous health.
- Can you tell us about the uniqueness of the award-winning; “Sahara Testaments”?
Answer: It is my longest volume of poetry so far. It really tasked me. I think it tasks the audience too. I hope the audience is challenged in a good way.
- What is your main drive as a poet?
Answer: I want to keep saying the kinds of things that provoke thought and reflection in my readers. I want to create beauty and grace on the page and off the page.
Award-winning poet, Ayantade Ipadeola
- What is your advice to young poets?
Answer: Try to read as widely as you can. Make a list. Then, try to read these authors: J.P Clark, Soyinka, Okigbo, Amos Tutuola, Franz Fanon, Oswald Mtshali, Jared Angira, Ousmane Sembene, Ayi Kwei Armah, Femi Osofisan, Odia Ofeimun, Tony Marinho, Afam Akeh, Harry Garuba, Akin Adesokan, Daniel Fagunwa, Akinwumi Isola, Ebenezar Obadare, Kgositsile, Marquez, Kunene, Lisa Combrinck, Andre Brink, Ngugi wa Thiongo, Sefi Atta, Wale Adebanwi, Ogaga Ifowodo, Niran Okewole, Emmanuel Iduma, Olubunmi Familoni, Chuma Nwokolo, Chijioke Amu-Nnadi, Benson Eluma, Rotimi Babatunde, Molara Wood, Ike Okonta, Amatoritsero Ede, Jumoke Verissimo, Toyin Adewale-Gabriel, Chika Unigwe, Uche Nduka, Rethabile Masilo, Yomi Ogunsanya and Sam Ogabidu. Yes, read Leopold Sedar Senghor especially. From around the world: Derek Walcott, Seamus Heaney, Czeslaw Milosz, Jose Saramago, Pablo Neruda, W.H Auden, Paul Muldoon, Le Clezio, C.L.R James, Salman Rushdie, Amitav Ghosh, Primo Levi, Michael Ondaatje, Rohinton Mistry, George Elliot Clarke, Alice Munro, George Lamming, Kamau Brathwaite, Kenzaburo Oe, Tomas Transtromer, Aravind Adiga, Ibsen, Joel Toledo, Gen Asenjo, Ankur Betageri and a really exciting young writer called Joel Dicker. I don’t think it is possible to make a list of every author who has ever moved me profoundly. Several essayists I really like are not on this list but it doesn’t mean their works are not deep. I like works that challenge the intellect and the imagination. These should fire up a young writer.
- What do you think about KREATIVE Diadem? And do you have any word for our readers?
Answer: I hope that one day, this medium will grow and become as original and essential as The Paris Review, for example. Keep giving your readers unique stuff and they will support you to the ends of the earth.
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