Samira Edi
"It is an edifice of perfection, your villa of gold
An architectural splendor in luxury," I'm told.
Countless hours of hard labor and bitter disdain
Have gone into building my husband's domain
Colossal, ugly and aloof; to me it is plain!!
In a neighborhood so poor; people are dying in pain
Alone on our balcony, I look out yonder in shame
This monument is fraud is a stain to my name
Higher in office, my belovèd had grown
But never an honest day's work he had ever known
Fearlessly, he emptied state coffers with impunity
To build our house of shame, he had government immunity
Weep not for him, no, you merciful at heart
In grief, he must languish in jail for his part
The New Power of The Day has found good reason
To keep my rich husband forever in prison.

DARKNESS fell again in the Nigerian literary firmament yesterday when veteran novelist, pharmacist and public commentator, Cyprian Ekwensi passed on. He was 86 years old. The author of the popular Jaguar Nana series of novels was said to have died at the Niger Foundation in Enugu where he underwent an operation for an undisclosed ailment. It was not clear as at press time yesterday if he died during or after the operation.
Here is President Paul Biya literarily rising from the grave, 17 years after he gave his last unscripted interview to Yves Mouroussi of Radio Monte-Carlo. Even though in his characteristic enigma, he answers only the questions he wants to answer and ignores the rest, let us be thankful for small mercies.


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