i. mama ii. there are sounds and a whisper there are songs and symphonies iii. there is an arrogant sun and stars that twinkle there are men and one human iv. mama v. there are times encounters rock our world yet no known effects there are times just a meet erupts volcanoes within vi. there
The Port Harcourt Literary Society in partnership with Ibom Hotel and Golf Resort, Uyo who with widespread arms welcomed us into their serene environment as the Maiden edition of Ake-Nnyin, an event that brought LITERATURE, SPORTS and CULTURE together. These are three facets of the society that foster community interaction, recreational experiences and intellectual stimulation.
i. I miss poetry not the bitter twisted lies forming lines of arrogance becoming trickles of pride not the self-bloated words of one drunk in similes personifying self as poetry nor of one soaked in oxymorons and metonymy that which speaks of truth of love, and unrivaled unity the iamb the trochee the dactyl, and
i. Ife, son of YHWH, I have seen the moon wrestle the sun the stars as spectators, starstruck but a heart as forged in gold as yours, eludes me once I shut my eyes, to see the essence of your existence to behold the rarity of your person to perceive the aura of your soul
Amarachi Attamah I have come to know Amarachi Attamah as an epitome of the hardcore Igbo woman. She won my heart the first time I watched her performance and then again at the Port Harcourt Literary Society open mic night and literary evening when she was one of our guests and has since