The cocoon

<p dir="ltr">I had woken with an even more heightened sense of frustration, the cocoon haven't recovered yet and even now it seemed to be near death as it only came alive at distant intervals with only a mild flicker of yellow effulgence. Now, suicide would seem the perfect way to end the trauma.  It all started years back, how I landed here I do not understand and who I am I do not fully know, but there I was as a god in this strange and dark world. <br> There was a barren sky,  no stars, no moon, no sun, however there was this hovering cocoon that always shone yellow light the past years. I barely go anywhere as my imagination always manifested as reality, as a creation of my wishes only took a snap of my finger. However, magical powers are meant to impress, being alone marred everything. when hungers came I'd walked over to the holy ground in front of me,  there I'd pick berries and other fruits.  <br> My predicament angered me beyond redemption, I had stood up angrily picked up a plank nearby and slashed at the dying cocoon. There erupted this shattering sound, a blinding white light then rose and everything went blank again. Only briefly however, I had snapped my eyes open into another reality. There was a crowd, most of them strangers, several memories rushed back into my subconscious. I then remembered my name; looked down at myself and almost puked; I was dirty, smelly, and tattered. It then dawned on me I had been mad. I looked up to check the supposed  cocoon, it happens to be a street lamp and the supposed holy ground a refuse dump. <br> "Where am I," I asked?<br> everyone looked at me with sheer perplexity. <br> ...<br> Later I was told I had been mad for six months. However I begin to wonder if I had broken the cocoon earlier, maybe I'd be healed much more earlier. <br> Morale:<br> No condition is permanent, if you are sane and healthy please be grateful,  you will soon find the will to break your own cocoon too. <br> Abd-afeez</p> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8wrAVnmyxlZQdbZq5YCdJM5y41w9NoMBxadyx9j7KGJcy-EqPwrMyIVRzaFXF2CrtuBqmlN7ywpstXgHZlCwUCzouFpWPdi6TU6x8WWcfHDk92Gsis1sDzTYoSKsJuFWyNpYXvzbcPs/s1600/20151117215409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8wrAVnmyxlZQdbZq5YCdJM5y41w9NoMBxadyx9j7KGJcy-EqPwrMyIVRzaFXF2CrtuBqmlN7ywpstXgHZlCwUCzouFpWPdi6TU6x8WWcfHDk92Gsis1sDzTYoSKsJuFWyNpYXvzbcPs/s640/20151117215409.jpg"> </a> </div>

The cocoon

I had woken with an even more heightened sense of frustration, the cocoon haven't recovered yet and even now it seemed to be near death ...

Read more »

EOFPC 2015, now open for submission

<p dir="ltr">Call for Submission:Eriata Oribhabor Food Poetry Contest 2015 Putting food and poetry in the same context x-rays the cohesive bond existing between the body and the soul. Having ascertained the inestimable benefits of food and poetry to humanity’s sustenance, ‘Poets in Nigeria’ calls for submission of poems projecting the fusion of culinary and poetic brilliance on the screen of societal good.Find below the guidelines: Theme: These words are edible- All poems must be food-related and food-inspired.- Poems should be coherent and appealing to the senses.- Effective use of imagery counts.- Submissions are neither limited to country nor race.- Maximum of 2 poems with limitless word count.- Entries must be original intellectual property of the entrants.- Submissions should be accompanied by brief biography and contact information comprising full name, email address and phone number (in the body of the email.) *All submissions should be forwarded to eriatafoodpoetrycontest@gmail.com and tagged: "Eriata Oribhabor Food Poetry Contest 2015" Submission Deadline: 25th December, 2015<br> PRIZES TO BE WON:<br> First Prize: ₦40,000, a plaque and books<br> Second Prize: ₦20,000, a plaque and books<br> Third Prize: ₦10,000, a plaque and books<br> *Please recall that this initiative of Mr. Eriata Oribhabor started two years ago, and has established its relevance in promoting food, poetry and poets through awarding of prizes to past winners, compilation of selected entries in the anthology ‘Who Shall I Make My Wife’ and acquainting literary enthusiasts with diverse Nigerian cuisines. Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom Moderator, EOFPC 2015<br> Author, Punctured Silence<br> For: PIN/SFEV</p> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7-LXj9DEl3LMha7g1mnrM1-5AEPgQEj2WZrAxHmZRShihrZLhoL4kb9dHMzJlg4tcqqkWYpDraFn3d9JTl8hmG3rvGTNOipMbXZp9zo86Hfamu850uHlrF1V-wfzPDsQvOD35-PdC20/s1600/20151122130322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7-LXj9DEl3LMha7g1mnrM1-5AEPgQEj2WZrAxHmZRShihrZLhoL4kb9dHMzJlg4tcqqkWYpDraFn3d9JTl8hmG3rvGTNOipMbXZp9zo86Hfamu850uHlrF1V-wfzPDsQvOD35-PdC20/s640/20151122130322.jpg"> </a> </div>

EOFPC 2015, now open for submission

Call for Submission:Eriata Oribhabor Food Poetry Contest 2015 Putting food and poetry in the same context x-rays the cohesive bond existing ...

Read more »