Jaachi Writes

Blame the School System for Those Lies Our Teachers Told Us, by John Chizoba Vincent  BLAME THE SCHOOL SYSTEM FOR THOSE LIES OUR TEACHERS TOLD US Blame the school system for those lies our teachers told us in the classroom. Good grades are not what life needs, in reality, good grades sometimes don't take you up there but they condition your mind to one man's idea. Blame the school system for teaching us how to manage other people's thoughts, it never taught us how to think but how to manage and hold on to the thoughts, principles, formula and theories of some men before us.  Why don't you sit down one day and question all these principles and formula and theories you were taught in the school? The school system told our teachers to tell us that in order for us to be successful in life, we'll need good grades that will get us a good and secured job in the nearest future not ideas that will create jobs for us. Blame the school system for those lies our teachers...

May We Always Remember, by John Chizoba Vincent MAY WE ALWAYS REMEMBER The black cat came again. You know Grandpa told us last time that black cats especially, symbolize evil. When it came, it went towards the shrine. It looked at the tallest wooden goddess, then to the gods at the dark side of the shrine where grandpa usually sit and later to the oil on the wooden bowl. It dipped it's tongue into the bowl and licked the red oil. It looked back and returned to the back yard. I followed it gradually, then, I saw it stood tall and skinny; eyes flashed and terrible. I became afraid. I remembered grandma. I remembered she told us how a black cat appeared in their backyard before the death of her mother. I prayed that nothing happens to any of us.  I was timid. I ran inside and looked at grandpa who was lying on the wooden bed. He was fine. He was breathing fine, although not loud but he was very fine. He had fever in the morning and Chike got some herbs from Ubakala bush f...

Our School System Has Failed All Of Us, by John Chizoba Vincent  OUR SCHOOL SYSTEM HAS FAILED ALL OF US One of those places that our school system has failed us is that It never taught us how to manage our finance. Our financial intelligence is one of those things that our glamorous curriculum compilers had failed to include in our school syllabus. We were believed to be omniscient in financial matters. We have so many unemployed graduates out there under the scorching hands of the sun, they are desperately miserable because the school system never taught them how to manage their finance. They were never taught how to make ideas become ventures that could pay them in the nearest future when properly managed. They were never taught how to monetize their ideas to opportunity or rather how to identify money yielding opportunities. The school system failed to teach that idea rules the World and how to manage our Talent to prepare us for the future. Notwithstanding, the school system...

QUESTIONING THE ILLUSION OF BURYING THE DEAD IN SOME PART OF NIGERIA Why do people spend much money during funerals? Why do we honour people more when they are dead than when they were alive? We build houses, we re-paint the old house, we repair the Zinc, we build more rooms and repair the damaged toilet and do some other things where as when this gentle man and woman was alive, you could not afford to give him/her one naira to buy drug to get himself or herself treated. On that day when he/she is dead, you kill the fattest cow, you gather the whole bags of rice in Nigeria, you make the whole village bubble in joy of things to eat and those to drink. What happen to this money when this man or woman was alive? Why don't you collect this loan to treat him/her? Why don't you create an opportunity to celebrate him/her? What kind of honour do you want to give him/her in the grave? We are all hypocrites! I grew up seeing things. Things that made me want to lose myself int...

THE REALITY OF LIFE IS BEYOND THE FOUR WALLS OF SCHOOL If I have to start all over again, I will blame the government with it corrupts system of who-do-you-know before a graduate can get a good job for himself. I'll points my accusing hand towards the private organisations for demanding unreasonable years of experience from fresh graduates before they can be employed. I will blame all of them, yes, because I don't see the reason why they would demand ten years of experience from a person that just graduated yesterday! How would he gain that if not from somewhere? This is disheartening and frustrating to hear or see our graduates pass through this all day long. The demands are getting to serious, many are tired of waiting at home for their calls. Many graduates have committed suicide because of this. How could a country be this weak and frustrating? When is this nightmare going to end?  I will still blame the teachers that told us that great job opportunities await us i...

Understanding the Power in Your Writing, by John Chizoba Vincent UNDERSTANDING THE POWER IN YOUR WRITING It is only passion, dream, aspiration and wit that makes life worth living. Even if you find your passion late in life, don't let it go, pursue it with all your being. I have looked for many excuses to live in a world others made for me but, writing said no yesterday. It said no today and will still be saying no to that world until cinematography and writing cinematically create a balance in my craving life. The best person you could be is that person within you. Discover this person that has unique talent; this person that can dream and make a common dream uncommon reality, that one person that won't give up on you no matter how hard the journey seems. Discover this one person and never let go of him. Dare not become a common writer that nobody will employ. Be an influential writer, that force that people won't but only reckon with. That force that takes you be...

WE SHOULD ALL BE WRITERS (FACEBOOK WRITERS' PHENOMENON) In many cities of the world, especially the under developing countries, writers have been subject of abuse, neglect, exploitation and even in extreme cases murdered by evil critics who doesn't critique constructively. These writers, expected mirrors through which we see the society or rather the eyes of the society or something like that, experience various obnoxious and unbearable frustrations, depression and suicidal thoughts which in most cases make them end up in the street thereby being labeled as street/Internet writers or the most common one "Facebook Writers". which is not suppose to be so. The problem still lies in our society, we commonize these set of people. We never thought of their feelings and other things. We prefer celebrating them more in death rather than when they are alive. We all should be Writers to know what it means to be one. We all should be Writers burning candles and fuel to w...

Love is undoubtedly humankind's most exploited subject matter. And yet every year, all year round, the reproduction of "love" in art, literature, music, and a diverse array of many other fields, continues as if the subject, after all this time, has yet to be exhausted.  This month, the traditional celebration of Saint Valentine's Day guarantees that the subject be brought to the foreground and be taken up yet again. As people gather in couples and whisper worn-out phrases to each other in their attempts to make the sincere, albeit recycled, words meaningful and different, one begins to wonder whether we have lost the essence of loving amidst all its typical expressions and its usual commercialized trappings (roses, chocolates, cards, etc.). In this light, Poemify Publishers is putting together a love-themed anthology. Founded by its editor Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu, Poemify Publishers is dedicated to publishing works by African writers as well as curating anthologies ...

BORN-to-Obey (B.O.R.N.O)  Burn,  Open old wounds,  Rain careless bullets,  Never surrender territories,  Obliterate peace with violence This is the present state of B.O.R.N. O This should not be waved aside  when a lot of people die by the side.  This should not form a campaign song when a lot has prevented us getting along.  This should not be based on religion  when we have to equip our national Legion.  This should not be seen as a myth  when we are all feeling the gruesome heat.  BORNO is under fire and there are chants for political desires.  Peace is not a package from Santa,  but a collective responsibility sweeter than Fanta.  BORNO needs peace laden with fresh air and not the killings here and there.  BORNO is BORN-to-Obey  her future should be secured today or we wash away our future  as they dance and diffuse peace on belligerent aperture. Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi He is a master...

My friend wrote consistently poem for each day until he had 365 for the year 2018, a task he undertook. I looked for a way of celebrating this and penned this few lines for him.  Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu , this is my laurel wreath for your poetic head, do sir, wear it. Congrats! -  Nnamdi Elekwachi   Annus Mirabilis (For  Stefn ) A twelvemonth unfurled Just as the challenge did unfold Year and task before our eyes fall He took up the gauntlet A poor bard, drawn in an epic for Three-sixty-five-one-quarter days Armed with only muse and pen A prisoner of his mind  That torturer that had him racing On the flabby feathers of hope  A flight and sojourn of the willing  That landed him to "I made it!" Brevity it takes to pledge Greater brevity lies in daring But to do is brevity at best Ages and men passing may forget Might they a feat this noble?  A daily goer of life who led it Like eternal lines printed on  Marbled consciences When modernity exhu...

QUICKEN US So will not we go back from thee: quicken us, and we will call upon thy name. KJV Then will we not depart from you; revive us (give us life) and we will call upon Your name. Amp -  Psalms 80 vs. 18. Ever watched a movie where your favorite actor was beaten to a pulp? Beaten to the point where standing on both feet becomes a prayer point? But beyond the pain little sparks of adrenaline still moves through His vein, He doesn’t want to give up or rather He is Hell bent to be the last man standing. I am sure you’ve watched such. But wait. Focus on this…  How did that man who has had a beating of His lifetime overcome His greatest fears? Maybe He remembers countless number of people who would become slaves forever to a conquering enemy or how unpredictable their lives would certainly become or definitely the cry of the ones He loves most. Then a spark is ignited, a fire that actually never died starts flowing through his veins again. You can imagine the velocity of adren...

I'm excited, my blog  has been selected as one of the Top 50 African Literature Blogs on the web by Feed Spot . I received the email notification last week Friday, but I was too busy to read it. I just did, and here's what they have to say. "I personally give you a high-five and want to thank you for your contribution to this world. This is the most comprehensive list of Top 50 African Literature Blogs on the internet and I’m honored to have you as part of this!"  Anuj Agarwal -  Founder, Feedspot This is huge win for me, considering the 'top literary websites' I was ranked above.  The Best African Literature Blogs from thousands of African Literature blogs on the web using search and social metrics.  These blogs are ranked based on following criteria Google reputation and Google search ranking Influence and popularity on Facebook, twitter and other social media sites Quality and consistency of posts. Feedspot’s editorial team and expert review Best 50 Af...

My birthday was few days ago (Monday 5th, November), and a friend dedicated this beautiful piece of poetry to me.  Couldn't help but share. I hope you have a good read. Libidinous Is Your Muse (For Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu ) I know not yet any better, young head Still far from twilight with light-years Whose span not halved, so his lines Who gives me what I can't give From scribbles and clicks of his fingers Intoxicating vinegar of sweet lines Such that I became his timeline habitue Daily routine port of call I elect To muse and be mused by this bard Libidinous is your muse, o Stefn! It is the grey of his muse not age That begets my wonderment to feel One who threw calendrical challenge On Three sixty-five one quarter days Desk-binding, back-breaking confinement A single soul that became a pen prisoner Graduate of Gitmo and Golgotha School of Poetry Pen warriors alone know what conquest It is to write; have tasted the bitter fruit Have worn the pinching shoes Is he mused or h...