Yesterday, I saw Jerome again. Not much had changed. The height, just a little above average for a guy. The poise, the way his legs bowed as he walked. His face, hair strands here and there. But he didn’t look anything like the cute boy who was my classmate nine years ago at Glory College.
I stood a few meters away and watched him mop his sweaty face with his faded yellow singlet. His head had been buried in the trunk of a vehicle while he exchanged words with passengers who would not pay what he billed them for their luggage.
“Na who get this one?”
He said, before effortlessly lifting the heavy bag of yams which I was to dispatch that morning.
“Na me” I replied as I stepped forward to be billed.
He was breathing heavily and could only manage a smile when he saw me. He mentioned my name and I returned the smile.
Not like we were friends back then, but we talked
“You must have graduated too. Many of our classmates have completed NYSC. The likes of Kingsley, …” He would have gone on to mention many other names but I cut him with a curt response.
“I haven’t” and went on to talk about the things that held me back.
As I readied to leave, he shook my cold hands and said with a breaking voice,
“This is where I am managing now. I lost my both parents and ever since, things have gone from bad to worst. I also want to go to school but…”
He couldn’t say any more than those words. I stood there, not knowing what to say. I looked at him and saw a young man who needed only a repositioning to become an asset.
He gave me his number, he said I should hit him up when there is any study opportunity.
While I returned me home with many questions.
Why do the same winds (of fate) which fans some people’s lives to flames, put out the light (of hope) in the eyes of others?
Those who lag behind in life’s race, are they God’s specimens to the experimental end of eliciting our gratitude?
These questions got me thinking.
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When it comes to writing poetry, the new cool is to write something so cryptic and difficult to critique.
The message/artistic beauty is often lost in the poet's desire to put out something grand.
Billy Collins says clarity is the real risk. One that many are not willing or confident enough to take, for fear of criticism or standing 'naked' in front of their audience.
We want you to know that you're not putting out sub-standard poems just because yours is simple and relatable!
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In Sunflowers and Sunburns, Joshua Effiong shares what we would like to refer to as the recipe of hope.
Enjoy the #read: https://eboquills.com/2020/09/18/sunflowers-and-sunburns-a-poem-by-joshua-effiong/
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Our #MCM this week is the charismatic Kukogho Iruesiri Samson @BrainyPoet. He is the Founder/CEO of Words
Rhymes & Rhythm Publishers Ltd. His multi-award-winning #book "Devil's Pawn" will be officially released by @farafinabooks in October and we just can't wait to #read!
We wake up to multiple mails from some of you, private messages and whatever. Please stop being a pain in an #editor's ass!
I’ll no longer be publishing the work of Samuel Junior Irusota in Chambers this month, as he sent me multiple messages across my different social media accounts, one of which was my private Facebook account.