Tamunobarabi Gogo Ibulubo
Port Harcourt, Nigeria Email: tamsgi@yahoo.com
Home page: http://www.tamunobarabi.wordpress.com
MSN: tamsgogo
Tamunobarabi Gogo Ibulubo is a poet, a story-teller, writer and a journalist .He started writing early in life and made a good number of teenage collections in manuscript but lost them to fire that destroyed entire life property of his guardian . The incidence re-ordered his priorities with a daily re-connect with a conscious collection of both inspiration induced and creative writing to build a fresh body of works. Readings Chinua Achebe's books. Eze Goes to School and folklores told him by his grand parents helped to shapened his narrative prowess.
Today, he blends Journalism experience and creative writing to tell his stories. He had also been involvedt in choral singing groups, an association that revived his poetic spirit .It became picked with awareness of the environmental devastation from the ill- environmental practices of corporate organisations in the Niger Delta.
Today, he has a number of poems in a collection he entitled 'poking the eyes of innocence and other poems';some of which are widely published in e-journals and e-poetry magazines. He is working to get a paper cover for the collection.
The manuscript of his first novel is going through the crucible for the for paper cover publication. He is a graduate of English Language and works as a journalist in the deep Niger Delta of Nigeria. He is reputed as a most dependable human interest reporter and a TV producer per excellence.
The followings are some of his poetry collection from 'poking the eyes of innocence and other poems'
The writer can not die
Many have tried to stop
The writer to stop kissing
His papers with his pen,
But the request, often times,
Runs contrary to what
The writer desires to do.
He lives because he releases
All the urges, joys and pains
With a torch that bears
A light on the society.
Upon which his deep
Recesses content flows.
Imprison the writer
And place him in the
Darkest part of the
Restriction, it will not kill
The revolution,
He gradually turns.
The prison confines,
His experiences tint it
And make it a haven.
Kill the writer but the
Memory of him can not be killed.
It will write beyond
The imaginations
Of the killers.
In fervency, for a long time
Readers remain.
The writer can not die,
Not in the physical realm,
May be, but in the realms
Of the hearts and minds
Of all men.
September 5,2004
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Pronounce the sentence
Pronounce the sentence.
Hearts will be bruised,
Ears will be pierced,
Living may be in torment;
All in spread cloth impression
Of benefits and injury.
Pronounce the sentence
When grief is not on board,
Without mischief in future’s hand,
With non able to rob off the smile
Peaceful hearts can beam.
Pronounce the sentence
Over all rights to claim, there is,
That love will not suffer bereft
And obedience not indebted.
Strong to build over contentious tussle
Always in hover with life over death.
July 14,2008
Interests: poetry,fictional writing,journalism
Published writer: No
Freelance: Yes |
