Azeez, Afeez Tobi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the day , that's like a day, And the one , that' s like a month, And that, which is a yea r In the day where history resounds its horror , when Bloods were Feasting On Bloods, and Blooders Feasted On their Own Blooders . And, the trust giver was starved by the trustee, Claiming the former pesters inconsiderately of the mandate . Alas! What patience do I have when Abdul, Tony and Oluwaseyi Were murdered in cold blood by the marauding blood- suckers ? What patience, when Chidi oma and Tella fall victims , An d fell like a heavy log chopped in the timberland, crying for help ? What calmness do I pose when the horror to come knows no bounds, Which make parents tear over the gore that consumes the children? Why do I, when at peace sons bury the father, but now father to sons? Memories of flowing pools of innocent blood and bestiality engulfing youth Heighten my inquisition for the bloods. Better to SORO SOKE when possibility of t...

 In the darkest night, when the nocturnals travail the street and aisle, In the valley, when the night children make an orbital move to scavenge The left over by the diurnals, causing a rapid rattling, here and there.  There in the valley, thousand wax, lie patiently like a black cat lying in the latest hour, With nostalgia to see the dawn of yesteryears.  By virtue of darkness, iota of light and illumination disperses;  The day bears no resemblance with its counterpart, we acknowledge. But, homecoming of light douses darkness? Therein, myriads of wax, in thousand years, lie, Feeling aught of the appearance of the busy-ancient-bellingerent-castle-watcher; Who, on daily course, surveys our dear home for aberration, Whence their wax, burnt to its lowest ebb. O Wax! The early thudding fiery tears that sprout from thou Reminds of how the school children' enacted  To muster their childhood escapedes; the sturdy components, ALACK! the old In the middle- to...

 

 About The Book This work shows the struggle of some well-intended intellectual personalities fighting to renew a corrupt system of a university. As inspired by the work of Ayi Kwei's The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born where the misspelt "Beautyful" depicts a state of political disorderliness in the then Ghana society, FINGAS, indicates such situation in Nigeria.  These five main entities —Ngugi, Abdullah, Frank, Solace and Mr Okunowo —fought together the corrupt system with a view to solving the problems authority poses to students and other members of staff on campus. Even till now, the corrupt system is persistent. This is the implication of the expression made by two of the characters, "...I killed him, but nothing stops. When you kill the god of war, the war ends...".  Shortly after the last lecture he had that clement day, he moved to the pavement at the periphery of the lecture room, and saw a band of campus political drummers beating to excite the passe...

  A bout The T e xt The name Rose, smells so sweet. But not all that smells sweet is truly palatable in reality. The atmosphere captured in this text is about a lady who suffers as a victim of jilt. Rose, a very gentle, friendly young woman of about 30 y ears o f age. She got hooked up with Fleance, a long time acquaintance, in London in a mall a year ago. They became lovers afterward and had blossom affairs together. Until things got really co mplicated. Perhaps, she should not have accepted the offer from the su i tor . What ha p pens afterward is a matter that leaves the mouth agape, even calls for individual discretion. The story is arranged in a chapter-like pattern starting with " The Lost Treasure", which introduces the plight of the main character, Rose . The Lost Treasure ( Airplane eng ine wh ir li ng slowly to stop ) You're welcome to Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport . ..( a femal e automated voi c e , at the airport ) Today, 15th ...