the premium poet

in your absence my life is all a Stammer hunted down by a non existent tomorrow i feel guilty of sins i have not committed borne on the wings of Incessant fears Without you, my earth suffers a demise of colours as when a guest leaves a house at night the light goes out

How does it feel to befriend yourself and love the sounds of your thoughts alone seeping through the silence? How do you do it? How do you live in a world apart from the world but still in the world and yet shun the world? Is it for love of silence? Or does your little world boast a life more beautiful than what ours can give? Tell me, dear lone wolf. Your mystery has my mind in knots. How great it must be then to have your way with Shangri-La, to reign over your Nirvana, to hold have the keys of your heaven hidden in your own two hands, not in the smiles of paramours or hearty cheers of friends. How does it feel, my friend, to hum to the songs of silence, to dance inside your head, to not find boredom boring, to live in your own garden of Eden in your heart? Tell me, dear lone wolf. Teach me your ways. Dennis Izu Ezeogu

its no News that Jungle Justice has become an accustomed act adopted by the society to chastize the Transgressor which has often led to gruesome death if there were no swift actions by Legal officers.. Nigeria,Cameroon and south Africa cannot be left out whenever Jungle justice is looked into as a crime commited by the society with notable retrospective examples; Aluu four lynching;All first sons of their parents lynched mercilessly and burnt by this very society of ignorant or rather furiated uncrowned chief judges The Bakassi boys were unlawfully formed to punish perpetrators by use of matchetes futher burning them to death  the most astonishing was a 7year old boy who was beaten and burnt to death in Lagos;this is the level of mental illness this self-acclaimed society suffers and the extent they are willing to announce or display their illness. itll be very unwise not to mention the rampage of Xenophobia in SouthAfrica which has been a source of death for Nigerians who...

Whenever I hear US and Russia, the next thing I expect to hear is provocation and retaliation because that's the way it has always been. In 2008, Georgia desperately wanted to go western and requested to be a member of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO), the US was considering this request when in fact they were warned by other NATO members that this would be an unnecessary provocation to Russia as the Kremlin would not have it's close neighbors being Military allies with the United State because it will give Washington the free passage to lither the Georgian Sea with USS navy destroyers and carriers which in fact makes a US invasion of Russia relatively easy. Not to talk of the economic impact it'd have on Russia as the oil pipelines that ran from Georgia to Europe more or less makes the Russian and Middle East pipelines useless if the United States should gain control of them. Then in retaliation to this provocation, Russian made up a few excuses and...

I’d say I’ve been a movie lover from childhood, but then almost every Nigerian kid of my time loved home movies. My type of movie as a kid growing up were the regular Nigerian home movies where the soundtracks alone were enough to tell you the complete story without you having to look at the screen at all, then there was a few cartoons which their comic way of doing things made you enjoy the view without you having to understand anything and the only western movies that interested me were either the Hollywood action movies that the gun fight started almost from the first scene and ended with the actor heroically killing the boss who in all ramification looked stronger and better equipped, or the Bollywood movies which were so much like our native Nollywood movies except for the occasional songs and dances. But when I was a kid, I did childish things and forgive myself for loving these movies so much then. Adding to the dislike of these movies that came naturally with my growin...

 when we first met,it was just by night a coincidence of Jidenna's Adaora flowing in the Long Shoprite Mall it was my lyrical prowess that planted a magnet which caught your eyes and the way my shirt was tightly tucked my appearance was non you could avoid at once i became the ideal i watched you in your multicoloured dress and the way you curled your hair Love itself dwelt there and only the steel comb woke her up we talked and walked drawn to love at first sight we swore  we'd love forever only a few days later you met that soccer runner boxer who excels at running after nothing you fell for his chest beef and muscular arms and swore you'd love him till doomsday and that in your new game you'd both keep running! yet before the cock swallowed a grain of maize you fell vertically on the concrete floor at the first sight of the guitarist at the club he was cute and angelic and you adviced the former one i mean the athletic Lad that henceforth t...