Season by Wole Soyinka

Image by Joe Pollitt from his series, 'African Graffiti | The Walls Have Ears" 2004

Poets from Biafra and Nigeria

Wole Soyinka

Season

Rust is ripeness, rust

And the wilted corn-plume;

Pollen is mating-time when swallows

Weave a dance

Of feathered arrows

Thread corn-stalks in winged

Streaks of light. And, we loved to hear

Rasps in the field, where corn leaves

Pierce like bamboo slivers.

Now, garnerers we,

Awaiting rust on tassels, draw

Long shadows from the dust, wreathe

Dry thatch in woodsmoke. Laden stalks

Ride the germ’s decay – we wait

The promise of the rust.

The Perfect Engine

Sunday Chukwu

These are the first days of the "Creation" and one of the most important aspects of the process. To find the right engine and it's holes in which to panel out the metal sheets. This requires a filthy journey to the junk yard. These are the sacred items found in the initial creation of a Masterpiece. Thank you to the Junk Yard....Names to be recorded....

Sacred Space

Sunday Chukwu

The initial process of the Masterpiece is to house the Dancer correctly. Just like an expectant father worried about his first born, a nursery must be built and a place where others can come and witness her birth. Sunday has contracted a bricklayer and a carpenter, who will be named and photographed later in order to document this majestic project. The work will commence by Monday 06/05/2019 – The initial work will be 33 thousand Naira, about $110. More information as it comes in.