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FRUITS AND COFFEE BLUES by Tonye Pepple

You had mangos alone
The whole of last year
It purged you in June
You never steered clear

 I asked you why
You said it was sweet
Sweet things make us cry
Not in this case, you snapped

Yesterday was January's last
The bloom, of good mango days
Your fridge reminds me of a washed-up pot
Never knew mangos too, had Lenten days

Before you empty your pretty tank
Crying for trees that will not grow back
Take this and eat, it’s yet another fruit
Look in your garden, if you want more to eat

Tomorrow I'll bring you a lemon
Just so you don't purge on this one again
Tastes nasty I know, but you'll get used to it
Black coffee with time also tastes sweet

Cut

Cut, 

Cut, 

Cut me well, 

Till I am 
no more 






e. 

Make sure 
too, 
to burn 
me so 
good, 

As ash 
for your stove, 

So you can 
see me no more. 

But when you 
find me next 
year, 
In 
e v e r y 
forest 
a r o u n d, 

Don't ask me 
"how?" 

My wooden ash, 
will make love 
to the earth, 
and tomorrow 
give, 
twin birth of 







you 
can 
never 
ever 
Cut.

I did …

INTERVIEW WITH POET ECHEZONACHUKWU NDUKA

An Exclusive Interview with Poet Echezonachukwu Nduka on his poetry life and his new audio poem.

BBR: Can you remember your first poem, and how did you come about it?

EN: Well, to be sincere, I can’t remember the exact title of the very first poem I wrote, but I know it was something about love. It was written when I was a secondary school student, I was in arts class and we studied Literature, Government and some other art related subjects. Being exposed to works of poets like J.P Clark, John Donne, Leopold Sedar Senghor, William Wordsworth, Andrew Marvell, and of course, other poets whose poetry we had to read because their works were in our curriculum, I felt a terrific urge to start expressing my feelings through poetry. I had a crush on a girl who happened to be my classmate in primary school, so I wrote a love poem for her and that was it. I will never forget that the poem was inspired by Andrew Marvell’s "To His Coy Mistress". At that point, poetry didn’t mean much to m…