I.J. Kalia on Men's Corner

  The true essence of journalism is to provide, distribute and report reliable information or current events to the citizens, supported with proof of evidence. Journalism is dated back to the seventeenth century, reporting news to the general public in a standardized fashion. While the news hasn’t changed a bit through the centuries, the professional description of journalism has been in a continuous shift in this rapidly changing world. In this rapid changing world of extensive technological advancement, journalism as well as many other professions would either adapt or plunge.   The media landscape has seen great significant changes since the turn of the twenty first century, due to the proliferation of the internet and smartphones. The ambivalent prospects of communication complexity of current global conditions and the availability of internet opposed the traditional Journalistic format of newspapers, magazines, television and other news channels. This revolution has cre...

  In all the acclimatization of this whole fatherhood thing, I still hate the sight and smell of poo.   Steph tried numerous times to teach me how to change the baby’s diaper but I was never interested. Excuses never ran out from my archive. Why should I learn when I know she’s not leaving anytime soon…I mean… why is she the mother?   My avalanche of excuses kept coming until few days ago when my mother came to visit; I learnt to change diaper the hard way. Steph had gone to the market with my mother and the baby was sleeping in her cradle; she gave me her food and all she needed in case she wakes up. But I guess Steph left out details. Or perhaps, I wasn’t listening. Maybe I didn’t pay full attention to details. I was caught in my oblivious. Believe it or not, the baby woke up with deafening cry the very moment they left home.   I picked her up to rock her back to sleep only to catch the whiff of the one thing I dread the most. My soul almost left my body. I qui...

I wish to drive In Bugatti Veyron with entourage In Italian suits Smoking fifty dollar cigar As I sip Dalmore selene I wish to sit In the luxury of my house With servants at the snap of my fingers My boys do all the work While my account fattens I wish to become A better man for my woman Serve her breakfast in bed every morning Gift of roses every Wednesday And romantic dinners every Saturday I wish to be a famous poet Flying first class from Lagos To Los Angeles to Mumbai With my name falls seven On every ten lips I wish my wishes Come true and true And my dreams become reality That I shall never see death.                

A LONG WAY HOME BY DOYLE EDENI review by I.J. Kalia Everyone, no matter the race, gender or status is going through a journey in this life. A Long Way Home is six part anthology of seventy-five free verse poetry with tales of the mountains and valleys in the author’s journey throw life. The rhythmical arrangement in the poems collection brings poetry into  its array. A Long Way Home is an easy read, as anyone could easily find his or her place through the journey of life in this book. This book is a must read for anyone who understands that life is a journey.