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Poetry

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THE UNSUNG HERO
She, Always They Adore
For In Songs, She’s Praised
And In Poems, She’s Lauded
But You, They’ve All Ignored
Not Even With The Roles
Unto You Saddled By Nature
As Head O’ The House
And Winner O’ The Bread...
Even Of Rice And Stew!

*****
Just Because You’ve Chosen To Be
Of Actions Than Words...
Just Because Winning The Bread
Will Not Allow You Sit
With Us To Sing
The Songs Of Tales
And Just Because
Our Obstinance; Our Mischiefs
Will Not Bring Your Tears
But Lashes, Hot Lashes
To Our Soft Stubborn Buttocks.

*****

Yea, Your Song They Refuse To Sing
In Poems, In Books, In Schools...
But This I Write For You
For I Know Without Your Being
Her ‘Nine’ Could Not Have Been
And I Know Without Your Interest
Forever She’ll Stay With Her Poppa-N-Momma
And Forever I’ll Stay Within Your Legs
Not Like A Protruding Belly
But In Liquid Undischarged!

*****

Baba, Your Praise I Sing
And My Hero You’ll Be

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ARTS

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OOU THEATRE; Not yet Uhuru
By Oba’ Adeoye 1st.

When Akin Olayiwola, a young avant-garde lecturer of theatre with the performing arts department decided to establish a performing troupe on campus, it seemed the long-dreamt independence for out-of-class theatre had come at last. And when I got a wind that he was going to stage a play at the mini campus auditorium, Ago-Iwoye, the ‘theatre man’ in me leapt for an unprecedented joy; the joy that at long last, the culture of extra-curricular theatre was at its dawn at the olabisi onabanjo university (OOU). My joy had a reason.
Some years back as a freshman on campus, I was overwhelmed with the ambition of making a mark with my God-given talent as a theatre artiste. This was despite the fact that there was yet to be a theatre arts department in the university; furthermore that I was studying Mass Communication, the curriculum of which had no room for anything like theatre.
Largely because of my ambition, I was easily drawn to anything and anyone that had a facelook of theatre. Along the line, I met two other undergrads who shared my zeal; Femi Sanyaolu and Oreofe Williams who were both students in the English studies department. At that time -like I said-, there was nothing like theatre on any of the campuses that constituted the OOU, save for the compulsory theatre workshop taken by 2nd year students of the English department as a two-unit course. This definitely sustained the interest of both Femi and Williams.
The three of us pulled resources together and started a ‘professional’ theatre troupe on campus. We raised a team of equally talented artistes from other departments and faculties in the university, and together commenced a ‘campus theatre revolution’. Our overriding objective was to always give a dose of dramas, songs, dances and other genres of theatrics to the university community, thereby adding to the fun that proverbially make ‘school-life, the best’. We sort of wanted to enact on our own campus, what had more or less became a culture in OAU, UI, UNILAG and the rest of them.
From the pittance that made our respective individual pocket money, we raised funds to print posters, tickets and run aggressive awareness for our assiduously-rehearsed theatrics. We observed sleepless nights rehearsing our programmes, all in spite of our primary assignment of going for classes...that means our studies really suffered.
As far as our colleagues outside theatre and the arts in general were concerned, we were a group of frustrated campus clowns without any sense of ‘BIG-BOYism’ that had engulfed the average Nigerian student. This was because on most occasions, we went round campus on costumes -both antiquated and the tattered ones- creating awareness. Our friends could not come to term with our so-strong a zeal and ‘blind’ involvement in theatre. I recollect with nostalgia on one occasion when we were running awareness for the popular EFUNSETAN ANIWURA play, written by the erudite Prof. Akinwunmi Isola. Because of the setting and plot of the play, some of us (playing the roles of slaves in the story) had to adore the costumes of slaves, which our costumeer designed from local bean-sacs.
Incidentally, one Bolaji Fakeye-Lawal, who was a famed ‘fine boy’ on campus, was to play the role of Itawuyi, the lead slave in the play. As such, he was supposed to wear the slaves’ costumes all around the campus.
Before setting out for the awareness, we all saw BJ (as he was popularly called) quite all right in our midst preparing for the awareness, but on getting to campus, we realized that BJ was ‘missing’! We therefore concluded, unanimously that BJ was definitely too timid to tour the campus with us on a ‘tattered apo-ewa (bean-sac)’. The incident really showed how ‘blinded’ some of us were to the ‘shame’ of campus theatre.
But like an ‘abiku’ who turned the village priest to a liar, our efforts at bringing students out of their various hostels to see our plays proved futile. Not even our digitally separated colour posters could do the magic as our theatrics were often presented before almost-empty auditoriums.
Save for productions like ‘the festival of rain’ and ‘never again’, no other play of ours could record a full-auditorium attendance!
We rolled out all weapons in our arsenal to make students see why going to the theatre was productive, but it seemed we were hewing corn into a basket without a base. Even some of our artistes were discouraged that they left the troupe running after ‘waka-pass’ roles in Nollywood movies.
Why are things not working right for us? Perhaps it was because there was yet to be a theatre arts department in the school, we’d thought.
So, when the university started a diploma course in performing arts, we heaved a sigh of relief. And truly, the departmental plays usually attracted high and encouraging turn-out. May be this was what motivated Mr. Akin Olayiwola, whom we fondly call ‘Broda Akin’ to start a troupe, independent of his department to engage in both on and off-campus commercial productions. Pronto, he had started rehearsing ‘dance of a sacred foot’, an ultramodern stage play for presentation on campus.
Learning about the plan in the pipe gave me and some other colleagues a respite. We hoped the dawn had finally come. Our expectation was hinged on the fact that broad Akin was a lecturer and with his acumen, he should be able to attract a full-auditorium audience for his play.
How wrong we were proved when even Broda Akin could not command a full-auditorium for his play, despite a 4-day repeated show! Who blames him? Students in OOU prefer unproductive frivolities to educative and informative theatre!
It pains me to the marrow each time I meet colleagues from Ife, Ibadan or Lag telling me of their theatrical exploits in their various campuses. I keep wondering whether the time would ever come in OOU when OOUites would start to appreciate and encourage literary efforts like stage plays... I dream of a time when theatre-going would be a fad ahead of disco parties in OOU.
PS: This article was written way back on campus @ the Olabisi Onabanjo University (OOU), Ago-Iwoye
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Men's talk

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HEY MAN, YOUR SOCKS STINK!
By Oba’ Adeoye 1st.

How bad would it be for you to be embarrassed because of a dressing article as trivial as your socks? Yes, your socks! Those things you wear on your feet to aid your comfort in shoes. How often do you take care of it as you would your shirts, trousers and other dressing articles of yours?
Without debate, it would be agreed that the socks are the least managed clothing items among the men’s folk. If you are so unfortunate to sit in the same room or travel in the same car with a man who had never dipped his socks in water since he had bought them, you’ll certainly understand why taking a good care of the socks is as important as taking care of any other dressing article.
Let me share this experience of one of my friends. He had gone to see an uncle who had promised to help him secure appointment in a consultancy firm in Lagos. On this particular day, the uncle had told my friend to ‘block’ him in his office from where the two of them would leave for the consultancy office.
Getting to the uncle’s office, my friend was told to wait for his uncle who had gone out on an impromptu assignment. While waiting at the reception, my gorgeously dressed friend felt a bit uneasy with his shoes, so he thought of bringing them off for some good breeze to blow his legs.
“After sitting for a couple of minutes, I felt I needed to cool down a bit, so, I took off my shoes for some air but that turned out to be my greatest undoing. I just discovered that the receptionist and two other ladies that were in the room with me were feeling uneasy. Soon, the two beautiful ladies started murmuring, until one of them who couldn’t take it any longer shouted at me embarrassingly; “hey man, your socks stink!” immediately I felt the ground would open up and swallow me!”
That was my friend’s ‘book of lamentation’. To be candid, men are too carefree when it comes to the issue of taking care of their socks and even boxers! Yes, boxes, that’s even a talk for another day. Take it or you leave it, I know of some guys who for once never thought of laundering their socks, from the day they purchased it till the day it would be discarded. Yet, each time you see them dressed, they are the coolest of men.
Anyway, to avoid being in my friend’s shoes and possibly avoid wishing ‘the ground would open and swallow you up, out of the shame that comes with your socks’ nauseating odour, here are some tips on how you could take good care of your socks.
DRY IT IN THE SUN
If you have the space in your flat or wherever you live that is exposed to direct sunlight, I would advise that after each day’s activities (especially in the afternoon) or whenever you are at home and the sun is still up in the sky, endeavour to stretch out your socks in the sun. Allow the sun to ‘smite’ it and dry off the sweat it had absorbed from your feet. You may also dry your shoes along, to be completely free from embarrassment.

GET MORE THAN A PAIR
Having many pairs of socks would not only save you the public disgrace of being told to return your feet back into your shoes, whenever you bring them out, but will afford you the luxury of treating your feet to a high grade comfort.
If you can afford it, get at least, seven different pairs of socks, one for each day of the week. By observing this, you’ll bid bye to being worried about your stockings.

ALWAYS APPLY MEDICATED POWDER TO YOUR NAKED FEET
No doubt, some men have in excess, hormones that produce sweat in humans. These men are advised to always apply to their feet, medicated Dustin powder before putting on their socks. This would definitely reduce the sweat on their feet.

WASH ONCE IN TWO DAYS
Cleanliness, they say is next to Godliness. Maintain a high oral hygiene by washing your socks, at least once in every two days. I tell you, most men are naturally lazy when it comes to the issue of personal hygiene. They make sure their living rooms are kept tidy every time, while their bedroom and other private rooms are not far different from store rooms. The same applies to their appearance, their shirts, trousers, ties; suits etc. are simply trendy and tidy but their socks and boxers …. ‘No talk!’

USE MORE OF CONDOM THAN WOOL AND COTTON
...No, not the condoms you use while having sex. I mean the type of socks that is otherwise and popularly known as SKIN SOCKS; the one that look and feel like a condom on your feet, it normally appears like another layer of skin.
This type of socks has been noted to be less prone to odour than the conventional wool and cotton socks.
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