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Desert
(Poetry)
17-04-2007
by Manny Maurice Ekanem
Chamfered feet
Leaden legs
Weary eyes
Famished wrecks
Dusty skin
Parching throats
Dirty nails
Desperate blokes
Drifting moist
Distal trees
Spied afar
Oasis
Eager lunge
Fleeting foot
Straining cords
Tear a hoot
Mammoth...
Desert
(Poetry)
14-05-2007
by Manny Maurice Ekanem
Chambered feet
Leaden legs
Weary eyes
Famished wrecks
Dusty skin
Parched throats
Dirty nails
Desperate blokes
Drifting moist
Distal trees
Spied afar
Oasis
Eager lunge
Fleeting foot
Straining cords
Tear a hoot
Mammoth splash...
EFA 2015 - A Third World Perspective
(Opinions)
3-01-2007
by Manny Maurice Ekanem
“The UN Millennium Project has been a unique undertaking… [to] ensure that, by 2015, children everywhere, boys and girls alike, will be able to complete a full course of primary schooling…”
UN Millennium Project, 2005[1]
Quoted above is Target...
Non-Violent Conflict in Nigeria
(Opinions)
2-07-2008
by Manny Maurice Ekanem
The term ‘‘non-violent struggle’,’ or “non-violent conflict,” as used herein is broadly defined as the exercise of proactive nonaggression in the pursuit of securing rights, seeking redress or agitating against injustice. A recurrent theme in...
Sweet Suffering
(Poetry)
17-04-2007
by Manny Maurice Ekanem
SWEET SUFFERING
Bear down on me, Suffering sweet
Teach me pleasures of defeat
Draw me through the grille of pain
That I may price the grace of gain
Stab me, gore me in the back
Shackle me with chains of lack
Stall me, all deferred plans...
Talking Points on World Tolerance - The Role of Education
(Opinions)
5-12-2006
by Manny Maurice Ekanem
An impressive statue graces the entrance of the United Nations building in New York. When one reads the inscription under it: “…and they shall beat their swords into ploughshares…”, the intent of the sinewy man of bronze wielding a heavy mallet is...
Talking Points on World Tolerance - The Role of Education
(Opinions)
5-12-2006
by Manny Maurice Ekanem
An impressive statue graces the entrance of the United Nations building in New York. When one reads the inscription “…and they shall beat their swords into ploughshares…” under it, the intent of the sinewy man of bronze wielding a heavy mallet is...
The Day Death Rode My Coattails
(Short Story)
4-11-2007
by Manny Maurice Ekanem
Tuesday 26, July 2005, was the day a bullet skidded off the top of my head and shattered the windshield in front of me, after it had sailed in from the back of the bus and barely grazed three other passengers.
We were coming from an SPE session...
The Writer
(Poetry)
17-04-2007
by Manny Maurice Ekanem
THE WRITER
They thought, they muttered,
In hushed tones uttered:
What does he pen down?
Why does he behold
The path neurotic
By being besotted
With literary
Soliloquy?
Perhaps ‘tis madness
Demented sadness
Or that he treasures...
Via Aba
(Poetry)
17-04-2007
by Manny Maurice Ekanem
VIA ABA
Past monuments of rot
Rolling thoughts,
Errant flotsam
Amidst tsunamis of nausea
Streams of sapping heat
Bids embrace market malodor
Affliction confetti
Inertia
Dyspnea
Dyspepsia
Vision, a slumberous picture-slide
Of putrid...
Wake-up Call
(Poetry)
4-11-2007
by Manny Maurice Ekanem
WAKE-UP CALL
In passage betwixt earth and sky
Its prodding sunbeams dare to pry
Thru shuttered windows, up shadowed stairs,
Down corridors of walls with ears
It pecks apart a warming crack
Into a room cocooned in black
‘Ere flooding in as...
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