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However as I grew older shyness overcame the confidence that I initially had and I did not get to interact with poetry again up until I got to university.
My sense of identity is that of an observer making sense of scenery that presents itself. More like a camera capturing what is presented as it interprets the images into photos. But I must admit that even as lenses get blurry.
Initially, poetry was just another subject in school, words strung together, one after the other. As a child, my mind was more focused on the empty cans waiting to be filled with sand or crushing biscuits into paste to bake into cake. I don’t know where the concept of time immemorial fits into the corners of my memory, but words have always lived somewhere in my heart. I just didn’t know exactly where, so I never bothered to visit.
Ikeogu Oke was a Nigerian poet and journalist who died in Abuja on November 27th, 2018, at 51. He hailed from Ohafia in south-eastern Nigeria and was considered a deeply spiritual person. He sought to embody traditional African beliefs, notably wearing the Ohafia war dress to high-profile events to highlight his Igbo heritage.
I grew up enchanted by sound and rhymes, from my grandmother's folksongs to the English nursery rhymes I devoured.
