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Melody Thaila Kuku Lagos / Nigeria, Female, 25
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  • (7/16/2013 8:03:00 PM)

    Indeed, our heritage is dying. The reader sees the picture of a sickly looking woman. She is sickly yet tries to keep up appearance as if she is healthy. But the person is not deceived by the pink smile, he sees her as she is, he knows she is dying. This is how our heritage looks. We keep believing our cultures, traditions and values are still intact. But alas! they've been tampered with and would soon be totally swallowed up by the western culture which is symbolised in the poem with these words White grave. The sickly look is forerunning death. That is, the sickly look which is the meagre values(our heritage) we still clutch is slowly slipping from our hands, then we will have no identity. This is a beautiful piece and i love the way the poet weaves powerful imagery with the theme making it so poignant.

  • (7/15/2013 11:35:00 AM)

    This is lovely with a biblical allusion to the story of creation. The words used in the first stanza creates a vivid imagery of the hollowness and emptiness of the universe before creation. The rhythm of the poem is like that of the waves we find on a calm sea. The words flowing, tumbling gently over each other. The last two lines is da bomb. These are words that generate quite a number of interesting themes that one of which may dance on the garden of a romantic subject mattter (There was beauty in His words- The beauty of wonder) . It's a well written poem i would say which cast in a beautiful way, a reflective light on an subject most poets ignore. That is, The wonder of the spoken word creation by God.

  • (5/3/2013 11:47:00 AM)

    Am captivated by the poetic devices deployed in this poem. It's reflective note makes me appreciate my Mum better.

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