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But whereas the French workers (and their English colleagues who were nicknamed “Luddites”) knew their enemy and tried in their own ways to fight it, it is yet to dawn on today’s man that he ought to devote his very life to resisting radicalised kitchenware which has drastically rendered him dispensable. Continue reading

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Today, technology is shaping our lives faster than forces of nature have done centuries. I have no doubt that even though my father’s whistling skill survived the age of the portable audio players such as the Sony Walkman, it couldn’t have survived the age of the more sophisticated digital players such as the iPod. Continue reading

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Perhaps, asking the question “Where do unexplored and unexploited talents go?” is like wondering where the fire goes once the candle is put out. Yet, what happens when artists renege on their duties? Does the Muse take back her abilities and pour them on a more co-operative medium, or do the abilities follow the artist to the grave? In order words, would the world still have had the Sonnets, Divine Comedy or the Iliad whether or not there were some Shakespeare, a Dante or a Homer? Continue reading

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Although no single language is complete enough to represent everything whether abstract or concrete, Noam Chomsky believes that it is possible to say and understand a virtually unlimited number of new things if one masters how to play by the rules governing word combination. In other words, to make infinite use of the finite number of words in one’s vocabulary, one must understand the patterning that underlies their combination. Continue reading

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Narrated by a somewhat intrusive omniscient, WRECKED is proof of how fluid life can be; how dynamic human nature is and what very little effort it takes to make the world a better place. Like the major character in the book, the author has no doubt contributed her own quota to re-making the world by equipping specifically the girl-child with such a book of case studies as WRECKED. Continue reading

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Psychoanalysing Abubakar Adam Ibrahim’s Season of Crimson Blossoms

Season of Crimson Blossoms is another complex story told in the most simplest of form. In summary, the story is about Hajiya Binta whose withering life finally gets to blossom at age fifty-five when she starts going to bed with … Continue reading

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WHEN THE GODS ARE SLOW TO ACT: A Review of Friday John Abba’s Alekwu Night Dance

Title: Alekwu Night Dance Author: Friday John Abba Publisher: Write Words Consulting Number of pages: 115 Year of publication: 2013 Category: Play A member of Council, a supposed pillar in the land, is driven by nothing short of envy and … Continue reading

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Decaying Romance: A Review of Jumoke Verissimo’s The Birth of Illusion

Love, attraction, cohabitation and marriage are few of the dozen topics that have intrigued individuals, cultures and civilizations. Psychologists, sociologists, philosophers and poets have already written and sang volumes on those subjects yet every new generation takes it upon itself to explore them and try to understand them. The third part of The Birth of Illusion, which starts from the 52nd page, revisits those age-old subjects once again.
Our first real experience of love as youths is in its romantic dimension- that widely emotional state in which tender and sexual feelings, pleasure and pain, anxiety and relief, altruism and jealousy coexist in a confusion of feelings. At this point, we hardly know, or do so but choose to not care, that this facet of love is most often short-lived. Eventually, we will exhaust the thrills that come with the peaks and troughs except those posed by the inevitable problems of ordinary life. In some cases, this romantic love will metamorphose into indifference or active dislike. In some other cases, it will transform into a related but gentler state of affairs which we should term companionate love. Continue reading

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In Defence of Simplicity: Review of Tolu’ Akinyemi’s I Laugh at These Skinny Girls

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The Burden of Poetizing: Review of Paul Liam’s Indefinite Cravings

As miners of imageries, poets erect derricks over the crust of the realm of imagination. And as it turns out more often, their first attempt either drill too deep for the thick crude or too shallow for the watery juice. Because of that, it might be premature to judge poets based on their debuts. Only through constant practice and perseverance can they then master the art of lowering the shaft to the proper depth. Apart from the quality of crude imageries the poet succeeds to suck up, other important tasks he or she must handle are refining and packaging. And this is where the poet’s mastery of his or her preferred language of communication comes to play. Continue reading

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