Monday 25 February 2013

ANOMALY by Adebayo Caleb

Whither hath the sun gone?
Whither hath the moon?
Whither hath the spring rain?
Whither the stars?

Like scorching heat at winter
Like torrential rain at summer
Like snow at springtime
Like harvest with no seedtime
           
The stem now grows at the base
And the shoot as the roots
The birds now crawl, no more fly
And the snake slithers through the sky

The chicken’s abode is now on high
While the proud eagle walks the earth
The cat and mouse are friends
And the fish now lives on land

The stars now shine at early morn
And the sun in the night skies
The king is now the servant
And the servant has the throne

Oh weep I shall
For creation has lost its mind
That it breaks nature’s laws
And even haply doth so

As a drunk whose head is turned
Seeing images
Creation has drank its fill
And overturned itself

What shall I do for Mother Earth?
How shall I help this cause?
For I am but of Mother Earth
And yet I have not turned

I bow my head and pray
To whom I do not know
But what I simply say
Restore creations’ nature flow


Picture of founder, CWN (Adebayo Caleb)

Adebayo Caleb; founder, Creative Writers' Niche

GIVE A CHANCE AT PEACE by Adebayo Caleb



It is 7am on the clock that stands on our mantelpiece and I am watching the morning news. I count them-eight countries experiencing war at the same time  in Africa and the middle East alone. To think that the guns solve nothing. Soon, I am only staring at the Television, not hearing the words the newsman gallantly reads off some screen. My mind travels back in time to explore a period where war ravaged my own country-Nigeria.
The Biafra war, as it is popularly called, held memories for me; memories I never wished to revive. It was a civil war that tore my country apart. The people who had lived together for years had turned suddenly to fight each other. This war tore me up emotionally, as I no longer knew home. As a very young boy, I knew what it was to feel the pangs of hunger eating at your belly and you have nothing to help it. I knew what it was to see young children die in cold blood and young girls raped. I knew what it meant to run and hide in thorn-filled bushes to sleep out in the cold. The war taught me what no child should grow up with.
I still see images of cold blooded killings in my sleep, thoseM16’s and machine guns tearing at bodies right in front of my eyes. For them, the war has long been over. For me, it replays like a VCR.
As I sat here, beads of tears form at my cornea and are soon flowing freely down my face as I remember the lines of a poem I once wrote ‘What about peace? , our sacred golden piece. Our peace has been moved, our shelters disrupted.’
True to it, the wars, the guns with their booming sounds, the fighter jets and bombs never solve anything.
One party finally surrendered in the Biafra civil war in my country, yet many had died; a line had been crossed that could never be restored.
That is what happens in wars; people die, enmity is hardened, hunger and illness are rampant and even the innocent are somehow involved in this trauma simply because our peace has been moved- because someone prefers guns to peaceful resolutions.
My country never remained the same after the war. Our economy suffered a downstream, our environment was dead; a wasteland, our education system had been torn apart, our families disjointed. It was like waking up from a nightmare into another nightmare. This is all that wars have to offer. So I ask ‘What about Peace?’ Why have we forgotten about the only answer to a sustainable environment and community? Why have we chosen to love the lie that arms are the answer?
Who has disrupted our shelters? Who has moved our peace? I am not telling us to bury the hatchet because when we do so, we can always dig it up again, I am telling us to get rid of the hatchet and embrace peace.

SOMETHING ABOUT TRAVEL WRITING by ADEBAYO CALEB






It was the first time I was going to see the city of Ile-Ife. For me, this city was something to anticipate, something quite different from the industrialised urban settlement in Port Harcourt city where I lived in Nigeria.

Ile-Ife is the traditional home of Yoruba civilisation, and never goes unmentioned in the mythical history of the Yoruba tribe in Nigeria. As such, I was very excited that I was going to see firsthand, where life all began for the tribal marked folks.

The trip was organised by our sociology department. We were each given a road map to study before the trip. The map traced out the route we were going to follow. We were to pass through Elele, Emohua and Ahoada in Rivers State, after which we would go through Bayelsa, then Delta state, through to Benin City and finally Ondo State which would get us into Ife. Naive as I was, I did not heed the advice to pack light, and I packed what I would call a ‘cargo’. I put everything in there, including my twelve-inch wall mirror.

The next morning, I was full of life, ready to explore the city of Ile-Ife. We had a tour guide for our trip. He was a South African who had spent twenty years of his life in Ile-Ife, studying and researching on the Ife culture and lifestyle. This convinced me even further that there was so much to see in Ile-Ife.

We set out at 7am. My luggage was officially declared the biggest, and I had to unpack some stuff, including my twelve-inch mirror. I was to share a handheld mirror with some folk.

At the start of the journey, I was full of life. We were given bottles of water and a light breakfast while on the bus. Soon we were in Elele and moving on to Emohua. I could see industrialised areas gradually turning to long stretches of road with only green shrubs and grass for companion. There was so much chatter on the bus as people shared what they knew about the place we were going to.

At the border of Rivers State and Bayelsa, there was a very massive river, just below a bridge that was built there. When we got there, we slowed, so people could take pictures. In the water, we could see some people rowing tiny wooden boats. After a while of taking pictures, we moved on.

Bayelsa is a settlement of its own, though a small place, but a people with a lifestyle they cherish and a language they speak freely. The women could be seen with wrappers tied around their chests, hurrying to the central market which wasn’t far off; the old men could be seen cleaning their teeth with the local chewing sticks, while young boys hurried to the farms with cutlasses.

The energy that came with starting out the journey soon began to wane and by the time we got to Delta State, about half of the folks in the bus had slept off. Meanwhile, I kept my eyes open, hoping to master the route and come here by myself some day.

Delta State was an atmosphere of civilisation- and palm trees. We were told a lot of timber was made here, in Ughelli, one of the cities that held a lot of palm trees. At Delta State, we stopped at a restaurant to eat, after which we were allowed to take some more pictures then proceed with our journey.

Soon, we were in Benin, a city closely linked with Ife. For a long period of time, however, and for a large expanse of land, all I could see were trees, grass, rocks and what looked like hills on either side of the road. At this place, the hawkers of products bombarded our bus with roast plantain of some sort which they sold alongside groundnuts. The topography of the place also was nauseating, as our bus kept going up and down like it was some sort of roller coaster ride. Our guide explained that Benin was a mountainous area and as such, had such topography of land. He said it was the same with Ile-Ife.

By the time we got into Ondo State, everybody was awake, especially knowing we would soon be in Ile-Ife. We passed through most of the major roads in Ondo, and the language we were hearing around us began to change- we were in Yoruba territory.

Surprisingly, when we finally got to Ife around 5:00pm, I was asleep, and didn’t see when we passed by the old thatched and mud houses; or see the palace of the Ooni of Ife, or the Oranmiyan staff or the statue of Ori-Olokun. But, I would see all these tomorrow, and in the days that would follow.

LOOK OUT FOR MISS RIGHT Episode 14 by MIRACLE ADEBAYO



I finished typing the SMS and sent it. I felt a bit relieved after that. I only hoped that Femi was with his phone and had gotten my text. I decided to wait a while, maybe he’d reply the text to let me know he was coming. While waiting, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and examined my face, I looked terrible. I hadn’t slept well in two days and it showed. Tomorrow was another work day albeit the beginning of the weekend. Thinking of my office reminded me of the incident that had taken place earlier that day...I almost shuddered at the thought of it. What would happen if Chief Odeniran found out this latest development? I had promised not to step an inch towards his daughter. But I had kept my promise! I protested to myself. She had come looking for me, not the other way round. A nagging voice at the back of my mind told me that the excuse would not hold water in front of the Chief. If she had come looking for me, I could have simply run in the opposite direction. Well, that wasn’t as easy as it sounded, especially not when you have a threat hanging over your head.
 I rinsed my face and gargled water in my mouth. How long was this going to go on? I asked myself.
As though on cue, there was a loud rap on the door, and I heard her voice above the din of the rushing water.
“Jake?... Aren’t you done yet?”
I knew my time was up. I couldn’t keep her waiting for too long. I took one last look at my cell phone and checked to make sure my message had been delivered, it had. I sighed with relief... then all I had to do was wait and pray that my fish-brained friend would come to my rescue soon.
I unlocked the door and stepped out of the bathroom, she was leaning against the wall.
“You really took a bath?” She asked, following me into the room
I nodded.                                         
“That’s so sweet.... I had no idea you were such a neat freak.” She linked her arm through mine. “Makes you sexier”
I guess I was supposed to acknowledge that compliment, so I did...with a small smile.
We got to the bed, and sat down. She looked so eager and I almost pitied her. What on earth could drive a young, beautiful lady like Sonia to do all this? I mean, she could have any man she wanted, so why me? Why was she so intent on having me? It was no use deceiving myself that I was that good- looking. I mean, I know I was handsome, but not that handsome to warrant all this attention from a lady of Sonia’s calibre. There had to be something else.
“So... what do you wanna do first?” She asked softly
“Well, now that you ask... why don’t we talk a bit” I know how lame that must have sounded, but it was the best I could do on such short notice. I had to keep stalling.
“Talk?” She asked incredulously
“Yes dear.” I took her hands in mine. “You said you wanted our first time to be special, right?”
She nodded
“Well...I don’t just want to jump into bed with you like some common lady...I want to know how to...satisfy you. Tell me what you like so I can make those fantasies come true.” I sounded phony, and if it had been another woman, she might have known I was lying and acting. How Sonia never guessed, I wonder. Making the switch from an unwilling man to a ready lover had been too quick but somehow I think she was too taken with me that she never stopped to think. This was definitely not standard behaviour for a normal woman.
She was gazing at me like I was some god, her eyes told me everything I needed to know... and I began to believe that maybe she was indeed in love with me.
“You’re so... thoughtful, Jake” She was saying.
I stroked her face gently, empathy welling up in me. I found myself wondering what it’d be like to kiss her. The spell was instantly broken by a knock on the door and I thanked my stars. Help at last!
“Who is it?” She asked, going to the door.
“Room service” The person replied
Room service? Seriously? Femi had brains after all! He was actually faking room service... just like in the movies! I almost laughed. I braced myself as she opened the door and let the person in.
I had never been so disappointed in my life! It wasn’t Femi at all. It was an actual waitress with uniform and all....wheeling in a table. I groaned inwardly. Where was Femi for Chrissakes?
“Hope you don’t mind, darling” Sonia said as soon as the waitress left. “I took the liberty of ordering dinner, since you’ll most likely spend the night.”
Dinner?! Was it night already? How had time passed so fast? I glanced at my wrist watch... it was a few minutes past eight.
“Er... that’s fine. In fact, I just realised I’m a bit hungry.” I said
She frowned at me, obviously not happy with this new development.
 “Let’s eat first... we’ll have all the time to ourselves later” To drive away her suspicions, I leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
It was like the sun instantly rose on her face. She gave me a smile so wide I thought her lips were actually going to tear. Just for a small peck? I wondered.
She had ordered a full spread, fried rice, salad and peppered chicken. We both sat down to eat, she brought the bottle of wine and opened it.
“To a new beginning” She said raising her glass in a toast
I responded in kind.
And just then there was another knock on the door. This time I knew it was Femi, but just to make sure, I asked;
“Another room service?”
“I have no idea. Didn’t order any” She replied, then stood to get the door.
 She didn’t come back quickly, and I heard what sounded like a heated conversation in low voices going on outside.
I went to the door and opened it, and sure enough there stood my one- man cavalry. Femi.
“What’s going on here?” I asked feigning ignorance
Sonia turned to me “He says he has to see you...but he won’t tell me why”
“Okay.” I said playing mediator. “So...I’m here. What can I do for you?”
Femi looked at me, without twitching an eyelid. But that guy can act sha. I didn’t know he had a hidden talent.
“Its your mother... she’s been rushed to the hospital. You’ve been sent for” He said matter- of –factly.
“My mother?” I asked
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MY FUNNY STORIES 3: The most interesting Christmas comic story



As a growing boy, I loved the yuletide season as it was celebrated in my family. It was a season I always looked forward to because it held so many pleasant things for me. At such time, we had so much food at our disposal and friends were around to spice up the celebrations. I was the youngest one in the family and got so many new clothes which mum always bought for me from the mall during the season. For me, as a child, yuletide was heaven on earth.
My heaven on earth was razed with fire almost literally when I was in JS1. I failed my mid-term tests woefully that October, while feeling indifferent as I expectantly looked forward to the yuletide.
Surprise greeted me in person of my mother when I came back home one afternoon and she announced to me that if I did badly in my exams that term, I wasn’t going to have the things I normally had for the yuletide.
Yuletide had just become a nightmare for me.
‘This isn’t happening’ I had said to myself. I had worked so hard inviting friends I had just made at the school to my home for our Chicken fest. There was no way I was going to ‘fall my hand’. I needed to put a plan in place, and it definitely wasn’t a reading plan.
There were two things we did for the New Year that gave me so much excitement. First was the New Year Rush and Grab, and second was the New Year Chicken Fest. The Rush and Grab was something we did from the last hour of the 31st night of the old year. For about an hour, we would sit around a bonfire outside our house and recount the year with relatives and friends. We would eat small chops and take soft drinks while the adult took swigs of beer. The drinking made the talking easier. Jokes would be cracked, coarse stories would be told and memories of sad and good times will be recounted. A line would be made on the ground with Christmas lights while all this was on and everybody had to remain behind the line until it was 0000hrs. A few minutes before the New Year, we would put out the bonfire, get rid of our bottles and leftovers and get ready to cross the line. Usually, the first person to cross the line once 0000hrs struck and run to find the New Year treasure which was always written in a paper would read it and get the gift that was written there. I had won once (or, been allowed to win) and that had gotten me a bicycle.
The New Year Chicken Fest was another festival of its own. It was a galore of all sort of meat at the lunch table. It was a sumptuous meal where you were allowed to eat as much as you wanted, and what you wanted. Even the kids were allowed to take wine as they pleased. However, if a child had done something bad, his plate of food would be dished for him and he would be given a cup of soda or Ribena and that would be all. I would usually laugh when I imagine how that would feel with everyone tearing at the different stock of meat at the table and with so much food to go round.
The thought of these two events, and the friends I had invited to enjoy them with me made me get creative even faster and soon, I had a plan.
On the last day of school, when results were usually given out, our form teacher shared all the results out. I didn’t even bother opening mine since I knew it couldn’t be good and that hardly even bothered me. I already had a solid plan. On getting home, mum did not fail to ask for the term’s result. Being the first result I would receive from that school, it made my plan even work more smoothly.
‘The principal said that the school doesn’t give results for the first term until the second term, so we weren’t given our results, but my form master told me I did very well in the exam scores he was compiling’ Every word of that was a lie. I tried to scan my mother’s face to see if she was drinking this all in, and it looked like it. Just to secure my position, I added ‘I even heard that the principal is travelling out of the country till next term, so nobody will be able to reach her on her phone’ I was getting better at this. I took a peek at my mum’s face and I felt like a superstar’ If God should come at that time, I knew I would be first on the list of hell occupants.
I didn’t hear a word about the result until 31st December that year. As soon as it was nearing the midnight hour, I put away everything as did others and we put out the bonfire. The line made with Christmas lights was already set and I was desperately ready to cross it. ‘This year I should get a play station’, I thought happily. As our alarms sounded to signify the 0000hr, I picked up speed to get to the line. Not looking back, I crossed it and ran ahead to get the treasure. I searched around frantically until I found the piece of paper. It was only at that moment that I looked back to find every body standing outside the line unmoving from their spot. I was perplexed but I managed to laugh as I turned back to pick up the piece of paper. As I opened it, I saw it was my report card and written boldly above it was ‘Happy New Year’. I was the twenty third out of twenty four students. Yuletide was officially messed up. I fainted.

WHAT IS CREATIVE WRITERS NICHE ALL ABOUT?



CREATIVE WRITERS’ NICHE- What I am
The Creative writers Niche is a fully-equipped team of writers who are committed to honing on residual writing talent, building skill and transforming the original concept of writing to more than just words.
The Creative Writer’s Niche is a home for writers who are committed to excelling in expression of literature; eager to do something beyond the ordinary that will appeal to the reader’s deepest emotions.
STRUCTURE
The team consists of an executive group made up of eight members; the President, the Vice President, the General Secretary, the P.R.O, the financial secretary, the treasurer, the Director of Programmes and the blog manager.
The next set of people in the structure is the committee of provosts. This is the only standing committee that is not under the general standing committees of the team. The committee of Provosts consists the Provosts of various colleges; college of Prose, college of Poetry, college of Playwright and college of  Creative non-fiction.
Every college has one provost.                                                                           
The committee of provosts is headed by the Vice President.
Each member of the team belongs to at least college and at most three colleges. However, this is subject to the availability of such persons to attend their college meetings. College meetings essentially are not fixed to hold at the same time.
Every college has a line of authority. The provost is empowered to appoint by himself, college officials; the editor and the line producer.
The job of the editor is to assist the college provost in editing all necessary submissions from college members before handing them over to the line producer. The line producer collates all submissions and takes them to the blog manager for production on the blog or the website or on any other forum.
However, the provost may appoint for himself a project manager when the need arises to work on any project either team, or college. The project manager’s position is however adhoc and will be dissolved as soon as such project is completed. However, the more projects one manages, the more it adds to his or her resume within the group. An official of a college cannot be a PM (project manager)
There are also general standing committees. They include; Recruitment committee, Creative Writers’ Forum committee, Welfare committee, Programmes/publicity committee.
There are also adhoc committees; Executive appointment committee, Ambassadorial delegation committee, Audit committee as well as other committees that may be.
GENERAL STANDING          
Recruitment Committee: This committee is burdened with the task of carrying out the recruitment of new members into the team. The committee has the onus of putting plans together and arranging programmes for the recruitment programme of intending team members. A committee has a chairman and a secretary. The secretary takes minutes of the meetings while the chairman presides over committee meetings. This committee is responsible to the vice President.
Creative Writer s’ Forum committee: The Creative Writers’ Forum is a newly set up project of the team. This forum is a conglomeration of writers who are brought together by the team in order to share ideas, inspire others and learn better skills in writing. Budding writers are invited to this forum, with a spotlight writer who has achieved much in any particular area of writing (except journalism) and will share his experiences. There would also be an anchor that will ensure it is as interactive as possible. The committee tasked with organising the forum is this committee. The committee does all the legwork and paperwork to ensure the forum holds once every month. This committee answers to the president.
The Welfare Committee: The welfare committee is committed to ensuring proper welfare of all team members within the context of team-related issues, The committee is in charge of providing welfare for the team during special programmes, other events and at meetings where necessary, also for special guests or speakers at attendance in any team-organised event. The committee’s duties is however limited to the confines of the team’s utility.  This committee also reports to the president.
Programmes committee: This committee is headed by the Director of programmes. The committee is responsible for planning all programmes of the committee, from team meetings to special programmes of the team
All general standing committee heads have meetings with the President on a monthly basis, at least once a month to ensure smooth running of their committees.
ADHOC
Executive appointment committee: This committee has the task of ensuring the smooth transference of power from one executive leadership to the other through the appointment of new members of the executive group. The committee is set up by the President, Vice President, general Secretary, Provosts and heads of general standing committees. These people, at a round table conference appoint a 5 or 7 man committee to decide on the next members of the executive group. Here, their decision, after proper consultation is final. They also ensure that the transfer process is successful to enable the new administration kick off. They stand dissolved as soon as the new administration is inaugurated.
Ambassadorial delegation committee: The team has an ambassadorial programme. This programme honors certain people with titles of CWN Ambassadors. The committee responsible for this is a three-man committee of experienced team members who have spent at least two writers’ seasons in the team. The committee will be selected solely by the President.
Audit Committee: This committee is responsible for the audit of accounts; looking into income and expenditure at the end of every fiscal year and submits reports to the team.
THE MOTTO
More than just words
TAGLINE                      
Harnessing greatness on paper
OUR MOTIVATION
The desire to build an international network of team members( writers) who have optimum  capacity, tapping into the potential they have simply by working with a team of like-minded people. To train writers who do not just see the words, but who go beyond literature into a world of imagination, deeper than emotions to evoke a response from the reader like never before. To groom inventive and creative writers who can transform literature to suit their forms, who can merge poetry and prose, drama and creative non-fiction and birth a piece so formidable, it would take away the reader’s breath. We don’t just want writers who will publish works all over the place, or writers who just write to keep up, but writers who can stun their audience, yet please them.
These writers, we intend to build to become, hence we accept based on talent and not skill, then we harness talent and put it on paper. With constant rubbing of minds of writer, trainings, seminars, interactive sessions, critiques of writs, these mind-blowing creative gurus are built. Our vision is to build writers with an edge who can compete anywhere, no matter how tough, who can be innovative and who have knowledge of what they do.
THE HOW:
·        Through the college system, we intend to build a formidable team of writers who have a network. We intend to establish a healthy network for every writer such that a writer is never alone but has people like him, who think alike, who he can work together with to achieve whatever he seeks to. We fully understand that one’s network determines his net worth. The college system which involves projects in the interim will enable writers to know what aspect a fellow writer specialises in or is exceptionally good at so as to know properly what constitutes your network.
·        Another important aspect of the team is to build knowledgeable writers who know a whole lot about the area of writing they do, hence the operational structure of the team is such that college meetings during the week are held continually where the writers get to learn more about what they do, yet the meetings hold only once to ensure the writer has personal time to build himself. The college also organises other projects and programmes through which more knowledge is imparted to the writer. There are also fortnightly general team meetings where every writer also gains more knowledge about what he does and as such builds his writing skills.
·        Our ‘blog alive/web alive’ project enables us to expose the writer to opportunities on a global scale as well as give the writer the opportunity for his work to be read by the world. Being advocates of technology, we intend to use every means whereby our message can easier and faster reach the world, and it is through the World Wide Web. We also make print publications like anthologies, newsletters and magazines.
·        Our method of recruitment which hardly considers skill but instead focuses on talent, potential, and the inkling of a promising writer enables writers who have potential but hardly ever write due to lack of skill or merely lack of discipline , to be accepted into the team and to have their writing talent harnessed through all our programmes. By the time we’re through, even the writer will not recognise who he used to be.
·        We also have a constant and up-to-date information on latest writing competitions ( local and international) in any of the four genres as well as information on paid writing opportunities, both locally and internationally. Trainings are set up by college heads or the team for such competitions in order to enable writers succeed. The information is also privileged- for writers only ( a CWN team member is called a writer)
·        The CWN library system is a state-of the-art system of readership; a system which is the first of its kind that aids readership in the team. It instigates a mini-competition within the team and within colleges for those who will finish the most books. Hence, we build writers who read (a rare sort to find today). So our writers don’t just write, they read, and they read much. Apart from reading, the writers learn to do proper summaries of books, poems or articles they read as well as how to carry out proper book reviews.
·        The general meetings also enable the writers from different colleges to rub minds and share experiences from different areas of writing so that the writer has at least basic knowledge of other genres outside his own.
·        Our system of college meetings is also such that the writer can belong to up to three colleges if he has enough time on his hands so as to develop himself in as many areas of writing as he can
·        Since our network is international, we enable the writer to gain international networks and to communicate with writers from other societies and gain insights on their experience. We also have an international travel programme that aids those interested in travel writing to enjoy trips to various other countries with CWN teams and do travel writing pieces.
·        Our seminars, trainings, certificate courses and special programmes also aid in building skills in the writer as well as giving the writer more knowledge of what he does, so he can do it at his best.
·        We also organise in-house writing competitions where writers compete and are awarded upon announcement of results.
·        Since we are not just a stuck-up team, we render social services to our society too i.e those who are not members of the team. For instance, our library book club project is open to non-team members as well as our certificate courses and some of our seminars and trainings, the creative writers’ forum, our ambassadorial programme and certain writing competitions too.
·        We also have a social life; hence the writer is not disadvantaged in any way. We have fun trips, sightseeing activities, nature mountaineering, as well as our end of season get-togethers.