This is a newspaper: edited by Steve Osuji
(He evinces great intelligence)
It has imprisoned the poet’s heart
With its ebullient journalistic/literary exhibitions.
With pure heart, with ‘pure’ truth,
With pure happiness, with pure chorus:
The wind says it knows about this;
With NewAge at hand, happiness prevails.
Do we say what again?
NewAge was like a domino! (Schoolteacher).
A reader sees no dis-ingenuity
With its news; it hates mediocre
In the vanguard of its Editors
And made sure a reader does not
Regret any money spent on a copy.
A lot of things had happened
And here yet the poet is.
Imagine, like Judas, because of
The ‘exchangeable paper’
Judases wanted to reap it dry?
A newspaper that has virtually
Won all the awards for journalism.
It struggles now to maintain Lagos/Abuja,
It struggles to rise up but no specified date;
Knowledge is as old as creation.
Time will stop when the world stops.
Just like in this heart,
Tears will stop to bubble
When NewAge again rejuvenates in Port Harcourt.
Copyright Prince Odimegwu Onwumere
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