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missing. FEARED ALIVE. by Dr. Wilson Orhiunu a.k.a Babawilly

Thursday, October 15th, 2009


By Dr Wilson Orhiunu


‘In the abundance of water the fool is thirsty’ said Peter. He said that anytime he heard of a fuel shortage in Nigeria, African’s largest oil exporter.

‘Look, I didn’t ring you with my precious credit to hear Majek Fashek quotations you hear’ said Mama.

‘Bob Marley Mama’ said Peter.

‘I don’t care. Do you know I have walked into the street for a better reception? This phone cannot pick signals in the house. Now answer me. What are we going to do about Uncle T?’ said Mama.

Peter looked at his watch. Something had told him not to answer the phone. He wished he hadn’t. ‘Have you been to the police?’ he asked. (more…)

Child Labor in Nigeria by Patrick Amanama

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

“Child Labor in Nigeria”

photos from Patrick Amanama

Child labour keeps children out of school. The effects of child labour in any society are poor performance and dropping out of school and exposure to theft, armed robbery, rape and drug abuse. (more…)

Mani Rao: Oil-free Easy Sweet Potato & Channa sprouts

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

Mani Rao sent me this recipe. If you decide to try it, email me your photos at so I can post them!

Oil-free Easy Sweet Potato & Channa sprouts

  • Two small sweet potatoes, peel, chop into large chunks, with very little water, chuck it in the rice cooker and put on.
  • When done (in a few minutes), add a handful of kabuli channa sprouts and put the rice cooker off.
  • Sprinkle some Ajwain. Leaving it in the dry cooker helps lightly roast the sweet potatoes, and softens the channa sprouts (in case you’re not too used to eating raw).

The trick to this one is firmness, be careless / quick with the ‘cooking.’ Full-on cooking turns it into baby food and you don’t want that. What this has: carb, protein. Tasty w/o salt or oil. Sweet potatoes have both sugar and salt in them. Add a dash of olive oil if you please.

Mani Rao is a poet, and lives in India, Hong Kong or the USA. She is vegetarian. has more links to some writing.

Punk’s song: poetry by Kai-Mai Olbri

Monday, August 31st, 2009

During my visit to Estonia recently as part of the Diverse Universe 2009 European tour in which I participated, I was invited to perform at The Writer’s House in Estonia by curator, Al Paldrok. I read from my chapbook, Seeding the Clouds (Ornithology Press, 2003) and to demonstrate how I become language, I also gave my butoh-vocal theatre performance of my poem-dance choreography, “eAIR Butoh”. Post performance, I was approached backstage by a woman who introduced herself to me tearfully, told me she was quite moved by my work and that she too was a poet and visual artist. Below is one of the gifts she gave me, an excellent poem.

Punk’s song

Infested with high science
like a rash-ridden man
fuck you!,
you nuclear shroom groomer –
let punk be the name for the century!

What are you staring at with these slit eyes?
Progress soiled his pants, or rather pissed.

Mother’s milk not tasted, fathers unknown,
young slut’s tits as the only remorse,

came the punk, intriguing on the rush hour
urinating freely, boldly and with anger,

successfully ridiculing the bourgeois,
born to a world, where the wanking humanity,

shed all the ideals, reaches an orgasm,
having stroked the brains with his palm.

written by Kai-Mai Olbri
(Translated by Tristan Priimägi)

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