Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Exerpts from the "Love Poems" section in my soon to be released book (Murdered in Buckingham Palace and other poems)

Be grateful to your mother
(Dedicated to my late mother, Mrs. Elizabeth Obamrese Adjekpagbon)
What can I wish without you oh mother?
Mother! Thanks mother
There was no manoeuvre of murder
In your beautiful hut
I stayed and ate from your pot.
Thanks! Thanks!! Thanks!!!
Oh mother! Mother!! Mother!!!
You rented no pills
To cajole, delude and kill
My swim in your stream
I bathed, slept and woke
Like a fish so clean.

My strolls in your stream
I wished would never end,
Inevitably you lay and bent
Legs ajar and I fell like a fruit
From the spree in your hut
While singing songs of joy
To receive great toys
Of this weeping wilderness
Full of troubles and toils
Of diverse kaleidoscope I could have missed
Had pills spilled into your hut
Thank you mother!There was no murder!

(Dedicated to any lady who truly loves me)
Each time
I see you beaming like a sallying sun
Gives me comely come
Each time
I drink tickles of your voice
Sets me afire, nestling on your milky-hill toys
Swimming my heart with rivers of joy
Each time
Anointed by your thermal triangle
Gives rebirth to formerly lost electric tentacles
Each time
Robed in your smiling sly
I never want to say good-bye
Each time
Recounting how I deftly dine
Crevices of your warm wet wine
I know angels will never decline
Each time every time
You will always be mine
You will always be mine
Till we earthward recline.

The gentle man
He was a world known gentle man
Tenderly touching flowers of Eden’s town…
Sitting nakedly quiet beside a woman
He voraciously consumed apples
Instead of sucking nectar of joy from the nipples…
A gentle man!A gentle man!
A gentle, gentleman he was in this rolling town.
Can you be that gentle in this present span?

Fingers of fire
Let the silky sun of love
Always burning from the grooves of my soul
Dry off all stones of sorrow
From your life long whole,
And ever milk joy your bubbling bulbs…
Let my fingers fire milky moans
From rivers of your soul
As long as music is the food of love
I will ever fill you thrilling tons
Like a wailing piano…

Tendrils, tendrils, multiple tendrils of love
Always twine me around
From your cascading caresses abound
On your tarmac of love
My plane shall danger-freely ever land.

Let me kiss you again and again
Draining away all sorrows rain
Fledging flood of pain,
Tenderly arresting you hot and tight
Never minding whether you are black or white
Flying you on love rhythm realm kite
Null and void of obstacles to the highest height
Let me cook you with fire of my tongue
Erupting silky gasps from depths of your lungs,
Let me burn you again and again
Planting seedling s in that lovely lane
Though the resultant prize be girl or boy
From waves to waves I shall dance with molecules of joy
Ceaselessly cooking you the milky oil
Till sun and moon may stop their toil.

Valentine bells
Love seasonlessly walks and wax
But has a climax
As we climax,
Love’s light
Washes world white
And burrows and breaks irons
Of darkness when NEPA’s light
Is speechless like dead lions,
Love makes rivers run
To overflow and kiss land,
Also bubbling beaches hands
To leap and lay on land,
Love emboldens bats and rats
To bury fear and eat with cats,
Love is the wine
Intoxicating puppies to roll
Upon one another souls,
Likewise let’s roll and roll
From climax to climax
This hour of love’s climax
With blues of condoms holy mass
And bury hatred and AIDS carcass.

Dead to tears
In the cycling molecules of my mind
Till fate’s fingers got us bind
I filter whether I have crossed your kind
Woven with the airs I find
In the cycling molecules of your mind
Hoping you won’t stab me behind
So our travel be indivisible as wind
Though the creator captures us from mankind
Let this journey like sun and sky be bind
From years to years
In the cycling molecules of our mind
Dead to tears…

Friday, October 10, 2008

In memory of Association of Nigerian Authors Silver Jubilee in 2006, Yenogoa Convention, Bayelsa State.


(Dedicated to Denja Abdulahi, for his statement about me during Bayelsa ANA Convention, 2006)

The scribe said I am quarrelsome

But I thank God I am not troublesome

Yet I am logically meddlesome

Any dust I raise any season

Is positively woven with mountains of moral reason

I will stir again and again the Hornet nest

If it will cataclysmically birth ANA's best

I will romance in countless molecules of joy

With only trees which never wholly pocket ANA's toys

I will spring like angels in trance

With those who pinch a little but gives ANA a chance

For I am almost drowned by the swan song

At every Convention accompanied with a gong

"ANA is totally broke"

But the dude in Canada is with ANA's goodies soaked

Oh! I will quarrel, I will quarrel, and quarrel

In likeness of a bout between a snake and a squirrel

With whomever executively put ANA's purse in melancholy

And sucks her blood to open doors to Canadian harmony

If anyone wants to be in/at peace with me
You must be honest and we shall never quarrelling be...

Pictures below include my friends own: Mr. Chidiebere Enelamah, and Mrs. Ernestina

(In the pics above here: Mrs. Ruth Adeyemi in native attire and Miss Mabel Popo, in shirt and tie, are my nieces). Are they not looking lovely?

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Prices of the displayed books cover on this page, and how to subscribe for any of them if you are interested.

*The pictures of the kids here are my cousin's, Pastor John Omose's kids (Ejiro and Efe) whose pictures are on the front cover of "Rhymes from the Nile"*

"Dynamic Verses" is a 164 pages Anthology of poems, and it is sold for $12 (US dollar) per copy. "When the King cries and other stories" is a 100 pages collection of ten short but interesting stories, and it is sold at the rate of $10 (US dollar) per copy; while "Rhymes from the Nile," is a 70 pages book, containing poems for little children, and each copy goes for $6 per copy, which includes postage cost. You can send subscription request via email to:,, or by regular post to: Blessed Mudiaga Adjekpagbon, (Author), Bulkybon Publications Company, 21a, Oluwalogbon Street, Behind NEPA's Office, Ketu, Lagos, Nigeria. Tel:+234-805 926 5333, +234-806-753-8922. Or contact the University of Lagos Bookshop, Unilag Campus, Akoka-Yaba, Lagos, Nigeria. Tel:+234-1-5820451. You can also contact the Nigeria Chambers of Commerce in your country to confirm the authenticity of this company before you subscribe, if you are having any doubts. This is not not a spammer's blog. Thanks---Blessed Mudiaga Adjekpagbon: Member: Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA), Lagos, Nigeria.

The front cover of the first ever Nigerian book, "Rhymes from the Nile," that received Aso Rock Presidential recognition under Ex-Pres Obasanjo's time

Some critical acclaim for "Rhymes from the Nile."

“…With Rhymes from the Nile, Adje has proffered an African solution to poems imported from Europe. It consists of the realities of children and will instill into them basic characters that will help them to build up as leaders… Adje has given the poems a rhythmic tone, thereby making it interesting and captivating.”
--- Biodun Yakub
Arts Desk
The Guardian Newspaper

“…Rhymes from the Nile focuses on the values and morals expected of the young and old people alike in a society like ours, Nigeria, vis-à-vis Africa and the world as a whole… The book also calls on parents and guardians to send their wards to school, and as well throw a challenge at teachers to teach well. For the Universal Basic Education (UBE)
programme to succeed, this book is an essential reading material for all concerned. It is surely a must read for all and sundry whether young or old, if our dreams for good leaders must come to reality.”
---Victor Bruce
Musician, tutor and writer
Author: “A Vase of Shrubs”

“…It is a great effort.”
---Major General Chris Alli (Rtd)
Former Chief of Army Staff and immediate past Interim Civilian Sole Administrator of Plateau State.

“The poems are good. What makes the book more standard are the objective and essay questions added after each of the poems. It is well packaged.”
---Frank Nicholas Ilogu
Director of News
Voice of Nigeria (VON)

“Like the story book, When the King cries and other stories… I find Rhymes from the Nile very tempting too. As soon as you finish reading the first poem, it has that tempting spirit that makes you eager to read the next poem till you read to the end of the book, because the poems are very interesting, educative and informative.”
---Flora Bernard Job
Former Director
Special Duties, Culture and Tourism
Rivers State Governor’s Office
Port Harcourt.

“…As Rhymes from the Nile received Aso Rock Presidential recognition for the printing of additional copies; it is proof that the book is an essential reading material for the promotion of the Universal Basic Education (UBE) programme of the government.”
--- Clifford Ejenavi
The Nigerian Education Times Magazine

The front cover of "When the King cries and other stories" by Blessed Mudiaga Adjekpagbon

Exerpts from the cover story "When the King cries."
"...As if the cloud had been listening to the two brothers over the months, it started raining heavily the very first week of June to disprove Otota's excuse that rain would clean the drainage system. The rain had on three occasions started with heavy winds in that first week of June, blowing constantly for almost twenty minutes. Thunderstorm accompanied thick icy rain drops that struck hard on the skins of many Lagosians. People ran helter-skelter into shades for safety. The wind blew off the roof of some substandard buildings to cap the roof of other buildings afar. Buildings collapsed, giving way to the force of the angry winds, and there was confusion everywhere as many people were displaced by the weeping sky..."

The front and back cover of my book Dynamic Verses.

Exerpts from some critical acclaim for "Dynamic Verses." “Dynamic Verses is replete with webs that convey the matrixes of our socio-political and religious milieu…The joy of reading Dynamic Verses thus lies in it appeal to the world of the informed and the average…Adje has demonstrated in Dynamic Verses that he is a balanced chronicler of the tales of our existence and the proud praise singer of our morality.”
---Sola Ogunbayo
Daily Times Newspaper
Lagos. (2001).

“…Your material is of high standard.”
---Angelina Anton
Editorial Director
Minerva Press
London. (1998)

“…The poet has good comment or imaginative writing. The poems have their air of independence. This makes the satire more pronounced.”
---Justin Akpovi-Esade
Arts Desk
The Guardian Newspaper
Lagos. (2001).

“The material… is interesting.”
---Arthur Thorndyke
Chief Editor
Minerva Press
London. (1998).

“The quality of your work…I wish you every success in your endeavours.”
---Mauro Rosi
Editorial and Rights Division
UNESCO Publishing
Paris. (1998).

“Wow! That brought a tear to my eye! You have a way with words…”
---Tammy Cooper
Los Angeles

“Blessed Mudiaga Adje’s Dynamic Verses runs along the well-beaten path of social commentary, except for the religious dimension he introduces into the discourse. Adje’s vision is multifarious--- it is a moral…Sometimes political and perhaps utopian vision.”
---Rotimi Fasan
BusinessDay Newspaper

“…It is very good…A wonderful writer…It is still beautiful poetry.”
---Krista Marie Sweet
Customer Relations Consultant
Cincinnatti, Ohio

“Your books are fine”
---Dr. Steven Oru
National Technical Education Board
Abuja, Nigeria.

Exerpts from Blessed Mudiaga Adjekpagbon's soon to be published book titled "Murdered in Buckingham Palace."

Showering down and showering down
Splitting splatter on the town
When the sky is crashing down
Splitting splatter on the town
It wets both the king and the clown
Splitting splatter on the town
It knows no noble and the crown
Splitting splatter on the town
It does not care who is white or brown
Splitting splatter on the town
It makes everybody its own fan
Splitting splatter on the town
So shall be the judgement of God
Splitting splatter on the town
When it shall come with its rod
Splitting splatter on the town…

(Written 16 November 2006 and published by
The Guardian Newspaper on December 2nd, 2006)

The hated light
For your sake I will pull the sky down
Until justice comes to town
To paint walls of my mind with laughter
That pebbles’ of joy in me may flutter.

(Written 16 November 2006 and published by The Guardian Newspaper on December 2nd, 2006)

A frightening shadow
I hear, you hear, we hear
There are no sacred cows,
Yet the sacred cow
Prowls like cat and roams
Freely from Paris to Rome
Frightening “Anti-corruption Bill”
By a menacing shadow.

What are the effects
Of whips on a shadow?
You want to kill a shadow,
You must bury its object then the shadow may not fly.

Why art thou afraid,
Of our evil genius shadow,
Oh “Anti-corruption B”?
Devour the object now
And swallow the shadow
So the Zillion
That drown might be visible,
As thou said on Rock Zion
Thou art an iron
The dreadless lion.

(Published by Daily Champion Newspaper on 28th August 2000, and the defunct National Concord on 4th October 2000)

Chameleons done
Oh like their predecessors
They come to keep strangling us
With encyclopedia of prices hikes

Oh God! What have we done
Or where have we gone
Wrong that makes us suffer
So strong and long
Without bread and butter
In this Hell thronged
By” “Saintful” fuel-price-plotters?

For verily, verily we cry
Oh God we (poor masses) cry,
If Jesus could truly shy
To drink and dry
The vinegar on Cross of Calvary,
Save us from omni-price hikes
By callous kaleidoscope chameleons.
(Published by The Punch Newspapers on March 24th, 2001)

Your principles though tough,
Could cleanse the world
Of evils of the rough
Living of immoral people,
But must you spit blood
Because of an atom
Of alcohol tasted from your kettle?
You have to set examples
By amputating first, your rich “Generals”
Who stole the nation’s cakes,
Only then we shall know
You are truly Sharia
Impartial to the rich-thieves
In your area
Maybe then Nigeria
Could accept you in all areas.

(Published by the defunct National Concord Newspaper on July 31st, 2000)

Mungo Park disciples
The fingers of our ancestors
Were in pots healing us
With aromatic flavours
Of nature in our Aso Rock huts
Though looking ramshackle
But never falls like a fowl on one leg;
Then the claimers came to play pranks
On us with paternoster of holiness
Flowing like River Niger
From the hearts of their white skins
To raid, rape, scramble and scatter
Our virgin wealth so pure to them
More than the bodies bearing them.

Cancer went asleep
Fever went asleep
All sickness were sick and sleep
By the fingers of our ancestors
In clays we drank from
Until paternoster prowlers with envy
As voracious as the sea
Drove all to dustbins,
Preaching they are unclean
And cannot cure
And so they lure and lure and lure
Us to bury our ancestral roots,
We foolishly follow, follow them.

Oh Africans! The ancestors are crying!
Now is their clarion call to prove your worth
Oh Africa! And seize number one slot
In relay of conglomeration of continents
Battling to punch and prison AIDS,
Employ the ancestors’ fingers
Which did call bullets from bodies,
Call AIDS now to dance to your command.

Follow not the ranting of “ranters”
Claiming to be doctors-know-all,
Make the wiseacres fame fall
By commanding diseases to flee
Into seas and perish like demons
Did obey Mary’s son,
For the ancestors are annoyed
Knocking on your hearts door
As you dance puppetry like puppets
To green snakes whose métier
Is to drain your living matter
Only to give you again as aid to Africans
Like Mungo Park did the Niger.

Oh Africa!
The Mungo Parks give nothing
New to you, all you
Receive are your recycled resources;
Oh Africa! Beware of the Mungo Parks!

(Published by the defunct The Post Express Newspaper on 18th March 2001)

Our image boosters
(Dedicated to late Chief M.C.K. Ajuluchukwu)
As COJA has come and gone, an environment caressed clean
Married with minds serenely weaned
Germinates stainless thoughts that brings
Enormous thrilling things…
Are you proud we are clean?
Now let’s watch our film;
Visitors to our environs will envy and beam
At Lagos bins; so-called spick and span excellent land,
Niger-Delta, cladding oil spillages designers’ gown,
Kano, Kaduna plus nationwide gorgeous beggars’ band
Cuddling Abuja to drum our image up and down
While Eastern potholes gives vehicles “Atilogwu” dances in every town...
Can sun smile and claim to be queen in the sky
If not beautiful, stainless and her clothes dry?

(Atilogwu: A traditional dance of somersaulting and acrobatic dancers by the Igbo people in the Eastern part of Nigeria).
(Written by me (author) 25/09/2003, and read live by Mr. Yinka Craig on 13/10/2003, on the NTA 2 Channel 5 “AM Express Programme” crew organized “a hundred words poetry competition”).

Monday, October 6, 2008

When the King cries and other stories


"I have read the stories and find them very educative and entertaining."
Eserinume McCarthy Mojaye
Mass Communication Department
Delta State University, Abraka campus
Delta State.

“A true story from a rich mind. Deep moral insight, with a wonderful sense of humour.”
Thomas Ebiware Ogboka
CEO/Managing Director
Vast-stream Networks

“When one finishes reading the first story, one is tempted to read the next one, and so on and so forth till end of the book, because the stories are very entertaining, educative and informative.”
…Flora Bernard Job
Former Director
Special Duties, Culture and Tourism
Rivers State Governor’s Office
Port Harcourt.

“I want to encourage you to see a television production personnel, and start writing drama series on television. You will make a lot of impact in the society. You have good works.”
…Tokunboh Rukiat Lawal
Mass communication Department
University of Lagos.

"…It is an adaptation of folk-tales treating moral issues ranging from disobedience to spiritual instruction and its consequences… to problems of child-bearing and deceit by fake mediums… to theme of vengeance, envy and jealousy…to the issue of obnoxious fetish practices… to the theme of triumph of good over evil… The stories each try to criticize the Nigerian society, lampooning the bad leadership that has characterized the governing system since the country became independent, and condemning individuals for their frailties, which have rendered the world a useless place for all to live in."
…Assessment Report
Literamed Publications (Nigeria) Ltd,

“…It looks interesting trying to blend oral folktale style with writing. So also is making a human and earth worm interact… One hardship or disappointment could lead to something better.”
…Professor Tanure Ojaide
North Carolina State University at Charlotte
North Carolina

“…A wonderful satirist who sees the lacking values in the nation…”
…Ursula Ngozi Uzoeshi
Author: Actors on Stage,
Vice Principal in the Imo State School System.
Note: The author's direct phone numbers below:
+234-805-926-5333, +234-806-753-8922.

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