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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713Fri, 01 Nov 2024 11:29:14 +0000historystoryafricanigeriapoetrybooksfictionwritingBolu OnasanyaLiteratureartscontestculturedeathigbolovemysteryprizereviewshort storyAIDSAmericaCaineEuropeFagunwaMorlandOlaniyiPoetSLCFSoldiers of fortuneabubakar ibrahimabuseachebeaviationblackboeingcassava republicchildcompetitioncoupculleddownloadenglishenola gayentryetisalatforestfreefuturegod size voidgrantinterviewjazzlabaflagoslanguagemax siollunmurderermusicparkphotoplanespostsarabascholarshipsexshortlistsmokingsocialsoldierssubmissionsteju coleworld warwrightyorubayouthsLitArtNgGraphics,Music,Photography, Literature,aesthetics & Lifestylehttp://litartng.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Blogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-6820751118544891501Sat, 28 Jun 2014 15:41:00 +00002014-06-28T16:41:13.057+01:00 Hey people. It certainly has been a long time. my apologies for being so absent. It would be wrong  to start our journey if not with poetry. So here is a poem from John Lavan about his son Andrew who has Down's Syndrome. It is a wonderful expression of love and honesty..... What's left? Andrew defies any teacher, family, friend, professor who tries to teach him left and right. You see http://litartng.blogspot.com/2014/06/hey-people.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-948770641461315004Tue, 15 Oct 2013 23:13:00 +00002013-10-16T00:13:12.693+01:00Poet's Obligation by Pablo Neruda To whoever is not listening to the seathis Friday morning, to whoever is cooped upin house or office, factory or womanor street or mine or harsh prison cell;to him I come, and, without speaking or looking,I arrive and open the door of his prison,and a vibration starts up, vague and insistent,a great fragment of thunder sets in motionthe rumble of the planet and the foam,the raucous rivers of thehttp://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/10/poets-obligation-by-pablo-neruda.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-5669276732725795290Tue, 15 Oct 2013 23:08:00 +00002013-10-16T00:08:02.961+01:00LISTEN TO THE FOLLOWING ANNOUCEMENTS by Ucheomar Onwutuebe      <!--[if gte mso 9]> http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-wiser-than-solomon-part-one-by.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-861926083380707927Thu, 26 Sep 2013 20:55:00 +00002013-09-26T21:55:12.810+01:00achebefuturenigeriasocialyouthsTHERE WAS A COUNTRY - CHINUA ACHEBE. LAST MESSAGE FROM A PATRIOT OR A VILLIAN ? by Iredumare Before you spit or snarl at the heading, take your time to read this piece as a Nigerian. As a Nigerian? Yes! For once as a Nigerian who is worried and bothered about the state of affairs of our God given country: Nigeria.  I have read so many positive and negative reviews about the book in various tabloids and various perspectives. All my readings have in no way impressed me, but http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/there-was-country-chinua-achebe-last.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-4817916007580350185Thu, 26 Sep 2013 20:45:00 +00002013-09-26T21:45:17.711+01:00short storysmokingstoryNana's haunts  This is the second time I have relapsed from my quit-smoking programme. Its been two weeks now, the nicotine patches and smokeless cigarettes are incomparable to the minty, refreshing cigarette heat and the aroma of tobacco. Nana calls the alternatives I took to psychological crutches. She said if I had to quit I should just put a halt to it.   Nana was opinionated and she knewhttp://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/nanas-haunts_26.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-6144009110441416797Sat, 21 Sep 2013 16:03:00 +00002013-09-21T17:03:49.476+01:00What makes a good short story by Bernardine Evaristo It’s great to be judging a prize where submissions are presented to us anonymously. This means we cannot be swayed by reputation. There are six judges who have to reach consensus, and one hopes that our consensus does not result in a winning story that is wishy washy – bleached of character and individuality. In my experience of judging many prizes, the more extreme ‘Marmite’ voices http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/what-makes-good-short-story-by.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-232245690308357606Fri, 20 Sep 2013 21:48:00 +00002013-09-20T22:48:38.481+01:00culledlagosnigeriashort storystoryBaptizing the Gun by Uwem Akpan A female passenger starts to scream in the molue, or you-beat-me-I-beat-you bus, in front of my battered red Volkswagen Beetle, introducing another ripple of confusion into the midmorning Lagos traffic. She jumps out. Squatting by the roadside, she tilts her head so that the blood dripping from her torn ear won’t soil her yellow onyonyo dress. Someone had reached into the bus to steal her http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/baptizing-gun-by-uwem-akpan.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-7151357554247923833Fri, 20 Sep 2013 21:39:00 +00002013-09-20T22:39:39.491+01:00George Eliot's Ugly Beauty   If George Eliot’s Wikipedia entry has received an unusually high number of views this week, the responsibility lies with Lena Dunham, who tweeted a couple of days ago that the Victorian novelist’s page was “the soapiest most scandalous thing you’ll read this month. Thesis: she was ugly AND horny!” Alas, for the prurient-minded, Eliot’s wiki-biography is rather more elliptical in http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/george-eliots-ugly-beauty.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-6516105730085866343Fri, 20 Sep 2013 21:20:00 +00002013-09-20T22:20:28.445+01:00africaAmericahistoryjazzmusicExtract from jazz 101 by kalamu ya salaam the grimace behind armstrong’s grin   they turned my birth place into jail space—don’t bury me in new orleans   new orleans can be an extreme case of domestic abuse, like they say, don’t take it, leave, don’t hesitate, ready or not, pack your shit, don’t even think about going back, cause they don’t really love you, not them control freaks who think they are kings and you are a feudal http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/extract-from-jazz-101-by-kalamu-ya.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-3059681534930425675Fri, 20 Sep 2013 21:10:00 +00002013-09-20T22:10:02.120+01:00africablackhistory100 things that you did not know about Africa   By RW © 2006   1. The human race is of African origin. The oldest known skeletal remains of anatomically modern humans (or homo sapiens sapiens) were excavated at sites in East Africa. Human remains were discovered at Omo in Ethiopia that were dated at 195,000 years old, the oldest known in the world.   2. Skeletons of pre-humans have been found in Africa that date back http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/100-things-that-you-did-not-know-about_5247.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-1846557710626107631Fri, 20 Sep 2013 21:00:00 +00002013-09-20T22:00:20.529+01:00africaartsEuropehistoryHISTORY: Revealing the African Presence in Renaissance Europe Revealing the African Presence in Renaissance Europe, an unprecedented exhibition, explores the world of Renaissance art in Europe to bring to life the hidden African presence in its midst. During the first half of the 1500s, Africa became a focus of European attention as it had not been since the time of the Roman Empire. The European thirst for new markets already in the mid 1400s drove http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/history-revealing-african-presence-in.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-1556572723795870838Fri, 20 Sep 2013 20:49:00 +00002013-09-20T21:49:43.575+01:00lovePoetpoetryLove Lost : Emotions [Sigh] So frustrating She never tries to understand how i really feel Though i try to make her see All she cares about is what she wants Tis just a waste of time Trying to Turn her around Shadows of reason Keep lurking around Telling me she is wrong I lighten them away [Sigh] Now she’s proving them right   [Angrily] Oh she gets me so confused With herhttp://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/love-lost-emotions.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-3195015808246037582Fri, 20 Sep 2013 20:42:00 +00002013-09-20T21:42:51.105+01:00poetryTHE CALL OF THE WILD by Kalamu ya salam             Poetry is not an answer             Poetry is a calling                         a vision that does not vanish      &nbsphttp://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-call-of-wild-by-kalamu-ya-salam.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-969560075512078689Fri, 20 Sep 2013 20:41:00 +00002013-09-20T21:41:39.473+01:00historypoetrysarabastorysubmissionsCall for Submissions: Saraba #15 The History Issue    By Saraba Call for Submissions: Saraba #15 The History Issue Is History truth? Is History immutable fact? How does an account of History affect ideas and embolden actions? Issue 15 of Saraba explores the idea of History as a complex web of entanglements, with different accounts producing diverse outcomes. Writers are encouraged to express their own versions of History,http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/call-for-submissions-saraba-15-history.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-7754342146552470248Fri, 20 Sep 2013 20:05:00 +00002013-09-20T21:05:52.970+01:00interviewteju coleTeju Cole On His Writing, And Why He Is Interested in African Realism, Not African optimism By Hadrien Diez     Born in the US to Nigerian parents in 1975, Teju Cole was raised in Nigeria and now lives in Brooklyn, New York. Cole attained international fame in 2011 with Open City, an innovative and powerful first novel set in New-York, USA. Before that, he wrote “Everyday is for the thief” (2007), a novella depicting joys and ordeals of everyday life in Lagos, Nigeria. He is http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/teju-cole-on-his-writing-and-why-he-is.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-7759188935118252312Sun, 15 Sep 2013 19:12:00 +00002013-09-15T20:12:32.514+01:00NO MORE by Feyishope For M. I will see you No more. The light that attracted me, And burnt my wings. Love had better be A two-way street Or be suicide, Solo passion burning me To char and nothing— No, I’m twice shy. It seems like an eternity ago, I took to the skies, Suffered Icarus’s fate… Is love a mirage? I will move my crippled heart. And leave this sepulchre, This gaol. Of http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/no-more-by-feyishope.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-7333809259359961025Sun, 15 Sep 2013 19:06:00 +00002013-09-15T20:06:49.405+01:00What Really Matters by Rach            My life has always been happy, my world a beautiful place to live in. I grew up with most of the good things surrounding me; loving, indulging  parents who are almost never around but lavish me with everything I want; an elder brother- four years older than I am- who dotes on me like I’m 13 rather than 20; all the affection, http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/what-really-matters-by-rach.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-3610376931744650343Sun, 15 Sep 2013 18:24:00 +00002013-09-15T19:24:54.398+01:00A crush For An Aunty by Ucheoma Onwutuebe Whenever Aunty Chi-Chi cooked, everyone in our yard would salivate. The married women would grumble -I have heard mummy say often whenever she heard the sound of something frying in Aunty Chi-Chi's kitchen,"Must she cook everyday?" before letting out a loud hiss. The married men would sit outside, jaw in hand and daydream of pitching tents until their wives called them in to serve them their http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/a-crush-for-aunty-by-ucheoma-onwutuebe.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-2555025710994986207Tue, 03 Sep 2013 20:16:00 +00002013-09-03T21:16:00.396+01:00Rave Scholarships for Curators, Restorers, Museum Technicians and Cultural Managers The Rave Foundation would like to contribute to practical further education in realizing and arranging fine art exhibitions. It therefore awards scholarships to young · curators · restorers · museum technicians · cultural managers from transformation and developing countries who have arranged a guest period, a practical training or non-paid work at a museum, at a non-commercial gallery or athttp://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/rave-scholarships-for-curators.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-7977752460040098827Tue, 03 Sep 2013 19:49:00 +00002013-09-03T20:49:02.763+01:00British Council Presents: Through My EyesCall for applications: Through my eyes project The British Council is pleased to invite applications from photographers and creative writers for Through My Eyes project. This project will involve workshop and training for young photographers and creative writers in Nigeria. According to the British Council Nigeria Next Generation report; ‘Youths not oil will be Nigeria’s most valuable resource http://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/09/british-council-presents-through-my-eyes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292846915807117713.post-6203946067605488287Fri, 30 Aug 2013 10:13:00 +00002013-08-30T11:13:17.509+01:00Darkness at Niella (Part 2) - Dare Adetuberu Niella, somewhere along the coasts, a little up-north and inland of the Dark Continent - she can be found. Dark Continent because the rest of the world was yet to discover it or because Darkness was a common guest; it could be either ways. Niella was a settlement named after the goddess Niella. It is said that the goddess is a great host and as such, many gods and goddesses come often to pay herhttp://litartng.blogspot.com/2013/08/darkness-at-niella-part-2-dare-adetuberu.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)10