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SRAF PRESENTS 🥇SRAF AWARDS & MOVIES NIGHT   – 2017 SRAF is a capacity building company, with the aim of raising leaders through skills, talent and passion - SRAF AWARDS and MOVIES NIGHT is an event to celebrate the end of the SRAF calendar, award its competitors, emerging and established leaders. The event is to have in attendance celebrities such as: Odunlade Adekola, Funke Akindele (Jennifer), Kingsley Uwachukwu, Ireti Doyle, Kehinde Bankole, Emmanuel Ikubese, Seun Ajayi, Mr. Eriata, Miss. Gloria Maduka of Inspiration FM; as well as many entrepreneurs and dignitaries – who have been nominated for awards. Josh, Walex, JC, Schools, ConA’stone, Oxlade Natalio, Ykeezy, QuinLabiz, Vkxx, SOG, BrightStar, Seyong, ‘Ant Race’ crooner, Poethick Samurai, Fr33zinPaul, Honeybee, SunSamPau DGDG, BBCM Drama group,* and many more artist are among the artist expected to trill the audience with music, spoken words, dance and drama performances. It promises to be a night of...

the pen can shine and glow on the paper than the sun,  the lines may live longer than earth on the paper,  the readers die and live to read till eternity,  the hope of each poet then stir above the sky,  transforming the state of the state to the greater heights,  the poet enriches the minds, yet he is mean,  his words the eagle's eyes that mirror the land, from the far sky of sanity,  traveling in his mind, and every day, he cooks edible words  to feed his audience, he dines with his pen in hunger! yet he is hungry,  yet there is still fun in the sun, yet no need to shun, the fun of literature. 

Some bury their hearts  in the charming awful risk,  Some lick the lips Of the shinning sun, Some hold firmly, the hell of money abreast,  Some sacrifice their fates for  their fortunes,  Some leave the haven and live in the desert,  Some cry to nurse their smiles.  To makes them the future of their lives,  They go through hell to give them paradise.  They are the parents building the paradise through the hell of time. 

The major albatross of the country that is being claimed to be the giant of Africa and the largest black populated country in the world is corruption. Corruption is a parasite with venom of greed and selfishness, sucking Nigeria length and breadth. It must be killed by the ‘soldier-mind’ that is ready to unclad the cloak of personal gains. Corruption which is the sole enemy of this country exists fully or partially in the minds of every Nigerian. Why? It is the only desire that almost every citizen in Nigeria abhors in the mind knowingly or unknowingly. It is that desire they regard as the ladder to success in life. The corruption—either large or small—runs in our minds not because we are Nigerians, not because we have wealth, not because we have power and population but because our culture often echoes greed and selfishness into our hearts. Before the foundation of the world, corruption has been resident in the heart of man and it has been activated in the heart of every Nigerian...

Many youths have always been the victims of one challenge or the other in the society. In Nigeria, they are being shortchanged along their ways to the future which dream they have in mind. In fact, if they are referred to as ‘the future of the country,’ the response to such nomenclature would generate different doubts in their minds. It has been from one problem to the other right from the birth of the country, Nigeria. The hope, sometime, looks bright but the realities of things in the country often confused many Nigerian youths into believing that their efforts are like pouring water in the basket. Many are graduates but no jobs. Many are intelligent but no right link to exhibit the same. Why? Many youths in Nigeria today have one or two things to offer the society but the problem lies in how and when to start. Some think that Nigeria is not a good place for them to nurture their dream while some still believe that they can soar in the country far better than others while ...

Title: WORDS FROM THE LITERARY CHAMBER (A CHAPBOOK) Author: Akinlabi Ololade Ige Genre : Poetry Publication: pdf online Number of poems: 20 Reviewer: Abdulwaheed Olaniyi For years, Nigeria as well as other African countries has been suffering from one problem to the other. The story keeps repeating itself years after years. The causes of the problems are palpable but those who seem to proffer solutions to the societal menace are the major culprits of the hazard masquerading in the countries. Yet, writers, poets as well as human right activists cannot relent in their evangelism for a better society. They speak through the heart of their pens without any personal gain. Their words travel across different minds. So as an advocate of change in the society, Akinlabi Ololade Ige, in his chapbook, WORDS FROM THE LITERARY CHAMBER, speaks about the menace ravaging the country. Akinlabi Ololade’s WORDS FROM THE LITERARY CHAMBER, a chapbook marking one year anniversary of his ...

Some squeaky grisly thiny fourlegged things Found some sofa stew. Saw some wooden okra Just to make the soup draw. Got some AU communique Just to garnish the fun. No cat goes away for 100 days And the mice won't play. You can't blame the rat If the rat rats out the cat. Aso Rock is a stage And the rat must play his part. Who would blame a landlord who Abhors rats? The rat is the concisest tenant: Doesn't pay rent, And the Londoners don't joke with that. White rats are lab rats. In London, they are good For experiment in hospitals. Black rats are house rats. In Aso Rock, they chase A landlord back to the hospital. Like in a yellow bus, change is asked for In a house where rats don't pay taxes. Maybe rats ate tax returns While the cat was away. Maybe rats went in turns Just to loot bags of cash away. Maybe cat is back laying a Trap for the rats. Maybe cat returns to row dents To shame... Maybe, maybe, This is childhood aga...

Ignorance of what the future holds, Stream of thoughts,never ceased to flow, Bubbles chanting, Go!!! To where?let me know. Reverie, here you come again,with chain. To tie,rape my time and leave me with no gain,but pain. Pleasures,I seek to feel,not to imagine. Hush... Silence of the downtrodden. Reverie, your worst have been done, Stylux in the womb, waiting to be born Zero earning, to cater for the foetus. with God, Stylux and I are victors. God,I submit to your will, I know not,so let me take a chill, Feeble to the bone,I need milk, Please, take me to the peak. In tandem should be,my proposition With Your uncanny disposition. Stylux will live, I believe!

We eat in the same bowl with bare hands So clean I thought would also be our minds And down the deepest secret I shared And I feel secured with you being naked Your advice, I follow so keen Not knowing we drank different wine The colour in the glass was red I was drinking the wine, you tonic I was getting so much drunk You were refiling your blood tank And we hold hands like forever But your mind was evil ever You had claws you hid Unknowingly I cling too hard Your beak looks so attractive and harmless Not knowing it tears with wickedness You were waiting for the day to devour And fly off with your beautiful wings I was unaware that forever with you was unreal I sold my all and my next to you When we played like the young boys And I thought we both have the toy guns Till the prank fails and surprised When you shoot and the lizard shrugged If the nose was not wicked I should have smelled your fraud Or the stomach wasn't too light I should have...