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Monday, April 19, 2010
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ARISE OH LITERACTS
LITERACTS EVANGELISE..
Nigerian writes recently embarked on an evangelism to win more souls with the spread of thier gospel. This event which was organised by Dada books took place at the palms shopping center lagos.
LITERACTS EVANGELISE..
Nigerian writes recently embarked on an evangelism to win more souls with the spread of thier gospel. This event which was organised by Dada books took place at the palms shopping center lagos.
Who says there is no life in literature? You have to go back an do some serious thinking my friend because with the attitude the event took at the palms, i am left to wonder how livelier life can get.
From the very incicive readings of books by thier authors to well preformed acts by crown troupe of Africa and many other beautiful
performances, the entire event was a day of 'classical cooperation of art'.
performances, the entire event was a day of 'classical cooperation of art'.
As for me, hmnn! I had cool fun as usual. I took pictures,made friends and shook hands with the controllers of words. In fact it was my initiation day into the world of Literature and one of my happiest as my journal will tell you.
9Writers 4cities:The book tour, was a very exciting and enlightening experience. You should have been there.
I wrote this poem a few years ago when i just started reading Chimamamda's half of a yellow sun.
THE TASTEFUL BITE OF HALF OF A YELLOW SUN.
THE CALL:
Soaked with the passion that bit every
part of my mind,
Overwhelmed by the strength that
appered in every description but
betrayed by the inability to feel
the physical construction of my
mind's imagiation.
Every word i read sounded so real
and familiar that i wondered if
i had begun to talk to every
character.
I dont know but some how
i found myself in the midst
of the descriptions in my head
and it seemed as though i was
a part of the story.
I think i really was but the only thing
was that Aunty Mandy did not know
what to make out of my presence
because she did not understand my
charater well enough to describe me
THE TAKEAWAY:
The story lingered so perfectly that
even while i slept each night, my
mind took me to a perfect scene of all
it had arranged with each description
in the story.
My mind took me to very real
imagination.
This imagination was so real
that many times i died to reality
and awakened to vague thoughts
that seem more real than reality.
Little by little,the style with which
Aunty Mandy presented every character
engulfed my presonality so prefectly
that i started to live with a pinch of
of every character in the story.
Funny enough every character
had something "emulateable"
and from Aunty Mandy,even more
as she dared to make you feel more
than a mere reader.
THE TAKEOVER:
Still less than half way through
the exciting tale of many parts
of every colour of life, my
heart is least hurried to suck the
last days of the story but is ready to pinch
every page with every bit of passion
it has for the story.
Many time i wonder what this book is doing
to me and how much more of me it will take
before it lets me be.
THE DROWN:
Though paniced by the thoughts of what
the end of the story will tell, the beauty
of the handwritten tale swallows my
curious spirit up and spits me into
a world of thoughtful imagination.
After i have felt each letter with my
eyes,each phase of the story finds
it's room in my mind's heart.
The emmense intensity of the
captivating power of the story has
drowned me deep in the heart of
it's truth.
I want to see the full sun.
_Chizitere
THE TASTEFUL BITE OF HALF OF A YELLOW SUN.
THE CALL:
Soaked with the passion that bit every
part of my mind,
Overwhelmed by the strength that
appered in every description but
betrayed by the inability to feel
the physical construction of my
mind's imagiation.
Every word i read sounded so real
and familiar that i wondered if
i had begun to talk to every
character.
I dont know but some how
i found myself in the midst
of the descriptions in my head
and it seemed as though i was
a part of the story.
I think i really was but the only thing
was that Aunty Mandy did not know
what to make out of my presence
because she did not understand my
charater well enough to describe me
THE TAKEAWAY:
The story lingered so perfectly that
even while i slept each night, my
mind took me to a perfect scene of all
it had arranged with each description
in the story.
My mind took me to very real
imagination.
This imagination was so real
that many times i died to reality
and awakened to vague thoughts
that seem more real than reality.
Little by little,the style with which
Aunty Mandy presented every character
engulfed my presonality so prefectly
that i started to live with a pinch of
of every character in the story.
Funny enough every character
had something "emulateable"
and from Aunty Mandy,even more
as she dared to make you feel more
than a mere reader.
THE TAKEOVER:
Still less than half way through
the exciting tale of many parts
of every colour of life, my
heart is least hurried to suck the
last days of the story but is ready to pinch
every page with every bit of passion
it has for the story.
Many time i wonder what this book is doing
to me and how much more of me it will take
before it lets me be.
THE DROWN:
Though paniced by the thoughts of what
the end of the story will tell, the beauty
of the handwritten tale swallows my
curious spirit up and spits me into
a world of thoughtful imagination.
After i have felt each letter with my
eyes,each phase of the story finds
it's room in my mind's heart.
The emmense intensity of the
captivating power of the story has
drowned me deep in the heart of
it's truth.
I want to see the full sun.
_Chizitere
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