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Black Thursday

Rostrum The ancient narrow pathway had become so bad that they could not find their way to their destination as the three moved in a grey Honda Sport Utility Vehicle (SUV) being piloted by Dayo who was very mindful of the steering. It was on a Thursday. The 35-year-old Misters Dayo, Emeka and Okon were old time friends who reunited just a few days ago at Nsukka in Enugu State having lost contacts about eight years back, or thereabouts, after their graduation from one of the reputable higher citadels of learning in Nigeria situated in the Eastern part of the country, precisely University of Nigeria Nsukka popularly known by its acronym ‘U.N.N’. What occasioned the long-awaited reunion was the convention of their alma-mater’s alumni body themed ‘The homecoming of UNN Alumni’, which usually held once in a blue moon. Though they never studied in the same department, they were conspicuously best of friends during their school days that people within bega...

The People's Eye (poem)

THE PEOPLE’S EYE


Feeling of great tenderness

For the militant tendency

Right from a tender age

 Tends to save more souls.



Never mind

 My tendentious note on

The tenacious person’s acts

But we need

To take note of

 The activists’ acts.



Though, I’m not tentative

Because it’s a fact

 But I smile tentatively.



I speak with no tension

But with the highest tempo

Of my humble fat,

I can’t be a tenant

 In my tenement.

In fact, I’m on tenterhooks

 Because,

 My idea is not tenuous,

Therefore,

I can’t come to grief.



FRED NWAOZOR

 Social analyst & activist