SYNW to showcase and immortalize 150 departed Nigerian writers through NAWRED

SYNW to showcase and immortalize 150 departed Nigerian writers through NAWRED

SYNW set to showcase and immortalize 150 departed Nigerian writers through NAWRED The Society of Young Nigerian Writers (SYNW) has set aside January 19-25, 2020 as a week to immortalize and remember some popular and prominent departed Nigerian writers through her annual project tagged “National Week for Remembrance of Departed Writers (NAWRED)”. The National Week … Continue reading SYNW to showcase and immortalize 150 departed Nigerian writers through NAWRED

SYNW Launches Two Literary Blogs

SYNW Launches Two Literary Blogs

SYNW LAUNCHES TWO LITERARY BLOGS Society of Young Nigerian Writers (SYNW), an umbrella body of Young Nigerian Writers in Nigeria founded to promote creative writing and literary arts in Nigeria  among writers between the ages of 10 and 40 today announced the launch of two literary blogs “Inside Nigerian Literature” @ www.insidenigerianliterature.blogspot.com and “Literary Opportunities … Continue reading SYNW Launches Two Literary Blogs

Power Failure

Power Failure

The most apt metaphor to describe My beautiful country, Nigeria, is darkness. Black is beautiful, as our complexions are dark. It is so dark in here because there is no light. It is the kind of darkness that defies court orders; It will break the laws of Physics or any other law. Decades ago, because … Continue reading Power Failure

The Lost Identity

For a human to die its just a twinkle of an eye.
An eye for an eye makes the world go blind.
We run for our life as we are killed by our very own.
We are back to history when brother kill’s brother like cane and Abel.

We are men in black without suit and tie, so is our strength hidden in dark.
But we have sold our right like isaw and Jacob for a mear plate of rice.
Like a biblical prophecy our neighbouring brothers has forsaken us.
Xenophobia has become our way of life.

Mama Africa, the mother of all blacks, the rainbow nation has spilled our blood.
Your giant hunger for war to cleanse your land.
The song of vengeance play in our hearts.
The weapon of battle receives strength in the hands of our warrior.

Mama, once again the labour of our heroes now burns with the bodies of your children, with our blood as fuel.
We count the bodies of our people like a king counts his wealth.
Mama, your giant has been stabbed and your well is filled with our blood.
The sun has shut it’s light, for the night is angry, shouting at the borders of Africa the heart of we black it’s bleaching white.

©GEORGE ODIAPU

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