this is dedicated to home:
that dark crevice of aloneness i
crawl back into after the
February. 22. 2021. That day, a friend reminded me of an obvious fact. She said; “Jaachi, you’re almost thirty. How does it feel like?” That was when this chapbook title hit me. 30!
I had questions begging for answers:
- How will thirty feel like? Great? Meh?
- What achievement have I to boast of?
- Has the past thirty years been fruitful?
- Any regrets? Or joys?
- Are there tales I am yet to tell? Just what?
To provide answers, I picked up my pen and started writing, and saving, and scrapping, and rewriting, and trashing and rewriting. The product of this quest is what you have in your hands today- 30, a collection of poems about unrelated issues that actually connects the dots of my existence. As I turn thirty, transitioning into another decade, this is a gift from me to you. It is a reminder of the subtlety of the struggles I encounter as I snake through this journey- life. This collection will tell the story of chaotic frailty, the never-ending war between multi-coloured-coated morals and prancing of the mind and how I take solace in words- that crevice of aloneness I crawl back to after the ovation fades and reality is stripped naked.
According to Agu Prince Osinayah, founder, Aba Poetry Club: “This book will remind you of the nuances of the gender struggle insisting on raising the hand of the boy child to the call for equality, equity and justice. It will interrogate the mind of the insurgency in Nigeria. It will tell the story of the human tussle, the chaotic prancing of the mind. The battle within all of us as we colour existence with our lives. It will stroke you awake to the reality of every sunrise. A task is demanded by this book. The task of awakening from slumber in the deep pits of absent humanity where many hurriedly take their mats to. Yes, it is that book that speaks of real issues. You would see when you have read it that it will call your name in an experience shared.”