LITTLE SAILOR BOY: A Poem for Mama (For Hajia Ajumayi Ojile Omale, R.I.P. November 15th, 2015) Silence envelopes my ship of dreams My kit of songs… Little...
Author - Omale Allen Abdul-Jabbar
Omale Allen Abdul-Jabbar is a Masters degree holder in Law & Diplomacy (pen name Mmaasa Masai). Ex-Chairman, Association of Nigerian Authors, ANA, Plateau chapter, as well as Ex-PRO and Ex-Officio member of ANA at the National level. He has been awarded twice the Korea/Nigeria Poetry prize and the maiden winner of the PEN/Nigeria Saraba Poetry prize 2011. His maiden poetry collection ''Behold, Your Scented Daughters'' was published in 2012. He writes poetry, fiction, drama, and essays. His work has been published in Hints, Daily Times, Weekly Trust, Fifty Nigerian Poets, Punch, THESE! Magazine online, etc. He was a Finalist on Poetry.com in 2002 for the poem "Love affair" and subsequently published in the anthology "Letters from the soul", The Ker Review, Blackbiro online, ANA Review, amongst others. His work also appeared in the anthology CAMOUFLAGE. He is influenced by the works of Toni Kan Onwordi, Helon Habila, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Ben Okri, Isabel Allende, Margaret Artwood, Pablo Neruda, Maik Nwosu, Toyin-Adewale-Gabriel and David Njoku. Omale lives in Abuja, Nigeria, with his wife and five
children.
Jos and Me (For the beloved city of Jos and all the friends i used to know but can no longer see; Carlos Izzia Ahmad & Dan Tenshak especially.) Now our...
Celebrating the Last Glass of Water with a Smile: A Foray Into the Life of Artists and their Sacrifices Let us commence this journey with this poem by a...
Love Is A Knife! PROLOGUE This is the Land of Origins. This, you have only dreamt of in your dreams. Amazing. The air is purpled with music of the...
Aiiiicchi! A sneeze. He slaps himself on the back then he cursed. He cursed all the past leaders especially those and everyone who has contributed directly or...
‘’Have you seen Nduka Otiono?’’ ‘’No I haven’t. Am sorry’.’ ‘’When you see him, tell him am angry with him.’ (I think Nduka, her host, had abandoned her...
The world is too much with us Getting and spending we lay waste our powers Little we see in nature that is ours… We have given our hearts away, a sordid...
Let me commence this stuff with a question: What is life if you have lived it without passion? What is life? If you have lived it, without neither fame nor...
