All posts by Razon-Anny Justin

Anny Justin Udofia, 30; is a Nigerian poet published in the Red-Parrot Magazine and extensively on e-zines like the Kalahari review, allpoetry, poemhunters, I_am_not_a_silent_poet blog, southernibid's wordpress and many others. He holds the 2014 Creative Writer's Association of Nigeria, CWAN award in the poetry category and was a finalists in the highly rated 'BB10 Poetry Slam' held at University of Ibadan in April, 2015. Apart from poetry, Anny writes fiction and short stories. His stories have appeared on MyNaijaStories, Nairaland etc. He speaks Ibibio/Efik, Igbo and English. He blogs @ http://southernibid.wordpress.com E-mail: razon_anny@hotmail.com Phone: +2347036647700 Twitter: @Poet_Razon

How To Die In A Protest

HOW TO DIE IN A PROTEST It’s a protest… And must not start across the bridge from Onitsha Assembling at Aba Road is equally good location. The crowd must not be violent or mammoth A peaceful march with banners produces same results. Move not like a mob, but with metered paces Gather not in odd, … Continue reading How To Die In A Protest

Requiem For Death Sweats

Beneath the skin Beneath the lips of my scrawny skin lies a song from dark pores Beneath bridges alone except calm waters Above bridges with wreaths and tired feet stuttering songs mourn a wrath for salt Beyond my skin is peace and a life after death. Sweat Open your lips to songs of old scraggly … Continue reading Requiem For Death Sweats

Between Earning Shekels And Being Wedded

  Their words: I can’t marry a man who earns 200,000 or less. This is the topic trending hot on social networks all over the web. It has caused a mayhem, which rocks Facebook, Twitter and elsewhere. I met this one girl and after few flings we settled into the same argument. ***********************************************”Hey Bae!”, I … Continue reading Between Earning Shekels And Being Wedded

Even Mark Zukerberg Knows that Nigerians Are Happy People

  You’ll have to adopt my imagination to see the image painted to the world in this picture. “Nigerians are a bunch of talented, ambitious and lovable people”. O Yes!, we are happy and the world should know that. Right now, Mark Zuckerberg is feeling that and also when he flies across the Atlantic on … Continue reading Even Mark Zukerberg Knows that Nigerians Are Happy People

A Country of Cannibals

Just last week; I saw some very mouth- watering UNESCO Food Intervention jobs in Maiduguri, Yobe, Kano and other core Northern locations. Needless remind you that I’m a Food Technologist. An “Oliver Twist” type- food technologist who is always roaming the veld seeking for greener foliage to forage. Yet, I let this one pass me … Continue reading A Country of Cannibals

13 VERSES OF JULY (a Poetic Memior for Wole Soyinka)

For Sir Wole Soyinka on his birthday: I.) Tell us who he is not For who he is- we already know: Of plays and letters The poet, the laureate; Chief Baroka, the cunning old Lion Ake and the Black Orpheus. II.) Tell not of confinements nor trials Of brother Jero: Lagos ’67 or Kaduna ’79 … Continue reading 13 VERSES OF JULY (a Poetic Memior for Wole Soyinka)

THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (The Finalé)

12th September, 2014 Lagos, Western Nigeria. Eneh sat resignedly in his 2005 model Honda Civic saloon car. The traffic on the bridge was not moving any faster and the tropical heat of the day was replaced by engine and exhaust heat emanating from the cars crawling fender to bumper across the Third Mainland into both … Continue reading THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (The Finalé)

THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part Three)

29th August, 2014 Kaduna, Northern Nigeria. The heat of the day couldn’t faze him, neither could the anticipation of attacks by extremists- which were common on these northern roads nor even death. Uyo was on Eneh’s mind. From Uyo- after he had spent few days with family and discussed the recent happenings concerning Toby, he … Continue reading THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part Three)

THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part Two)

As Eneh drove away from the school toward his workplace that morning, he kept wondering about the revelations. He recalled that morning, eight years ago, when Toby was handed over to him. The boy was barely four years old then. They had moved to Lagos and lived together even before he secured a job as … Continue reading THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part Two)

THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part One)

26th August, 2014. Lagos, Western Nigeria. It was early Tuesday morning in mad-traffic Lagos. Eneh was racing off the Third Mainland Bridge for Obalende in Lagos Island. Sprawled on the bridge ahead of him was a parade of cars caught in the traffic jam. An announcement on Rhythm 96.5 fm had earlier warned about that … Continue reading THE MADMAN’S RECOMPENSE (Part One)

Now, You’re Gone

Now you’re gone, I can see clearly And feel the thrusts of new truths Break the hymen of a veiled mind’s eye. These emotions that were suppressed Are waxing strong since you’re now gone. for my sails are spreading out and confidence is catching wind In new truths and wild gusts Notching like gales in … Continue reading Now, You’re Gone

Dead Poems

A poem died Somewhere between yesterday and last week “You do not mourn for dead things”, Granpa said “Don’t threaten to follow the corpse to its grave… For if allowed, you true intent will be disgraced” So, I let all of it lie Entrails trailing over the rails of evening walks A line lost in … Continue reading Dead Poems

Journey of Hearts

LOVE IN PARTS (A Short Story by Poet Razon-Anny Justin) It was a sultre afternoon. The noise of the hawkers rended the already hot air into bits. They cooed and hissed and whistled; attracting passengers and passersby to their wares. The bus was uncomfortably hot too. It would’ve been better if she was not sandwiched … Continue reading Journey of Hearts

When Dogs bark [A Dairy of an ailurophile]

*** I used to love dogs, but I’m an ailurophile now. When I say “I used to love dogs”, I mean- from the Chihuahuas, Poodles and Pugs totted around by Hollywood celebrities in movies and red-carpet events, to the giant Alsatian my friend Kuby Uyanga keeps in his house (that dog consumes a carton of … Continue reading When Dogs bark [A Dairy of an ailurophile]

MOTEL BLUES [Episode I]

MOTEL BLUES (part One) *** “I go marry next year”, Bella said in her fabulous pidgin as she busied by the dressing mirror. I froze as her words hit me. She instinctively turned my way and continued. “I don dey old for hia. I no for tell anoda babe, buh you be my padi. I … Continue reading MOTEL BLUES [Episode I]