The Song of a Dying Soul – Samuel Amazing Ayoade

Please let go of my hand, son
For I may not make it to the other side
Of the river – I have known weariness
My throat is soaked in bitter throes
I am choked in the cold heat of death warrant
I was a soldier- a gallant one
But my enemy has found me today
I have sold my soul
To vanity (I did not know)
For all I did was a vain entity
My integrity, I kept in vain – an identity
Lost in the sea of insanity
Ayinde, sanity demands that you watch your steps
Labake, allow me to break you today
For definitely, I shall not return from this journey
I am sorry for the rose I gave you
I am sorry for the ring – and those times
When living room became- boxing ring
Labake, I have broken my vows- I am sorry
I wish I had another chance
To rewrite our love story
I never knew it will wreck this way
May I say for the first and last time: I love you
My dove, let your heart perch on the branches of green
I have a garden beyond the golden sea
On which I sowed seeds, not little
But today are these eyes open
That my wheat I sowed amidst thorns
Forgive me Asake – that I could not care for you
I did set my heart on vanities
Daughter, let your seeds dis-virgin the earth
Let go of my hand, son
For I may not make it to end
Of the river- I Have known weariness
My throat is soaked in bitter throes
But I will wait for you at the shore
Beyond the lilies, I’ll stand
Till you finish the course of your soul
Samuel Amazing Ayoade BlazingPen (2017)


BREAKING INTO WATER by Mesioye Affable Johnson

(The Chrysolite Poem of the Month)

I borrowed a garment from a burning river & tried fixing it
into mama’s nakedness but my face was a silent man too
walking alone in a wet street mothered by memories.
there is beauty in everything bitter:
lessons that your tongue stretches into a feet
reaching places tasting like the skin of thorns ,say grave, say Borno,
lessons that you only know home is a den of dreams caged
with flitting aroma from a woman’s lying body,
lessons that one’s mouth is a showroom of plague
where mothers trade in losses tagged on their sons as price for peace,
lessons that peace doesn’t less things that kill a dream
but leaves its bodies to wander in walls of nameless nation, lessons
that safety here only follows the dead & forsakes the living. My sister
was beautiful, no wonder she tastes like a pint of squashed bitter leaf.
bodies like this are light in a widow’s room of watery songs,
bodies like this show best ways to see light between tears of a maiden
whose husband got married to splitters after vow with sandy silences.

to be sweet , forget beauty. so some girls shaded my tears
making collages on my face that looks like their mother’s last sigh,
& there are boys under my chin becoming frames upon which
every bitter cheek is fitted in to build home for cobwebs, so
I wear ashes painted with watercolour from colours of water.

every noon is like forming a paper boat which consumes wreckage;
falling in fragments too heavy to journey the cries of a widowed land
into gallows of dryness. Tonight, we do not know how hungry
dawn will be but we do know dilution in songs is an appetizer
for all men going into the belly of dead things whose crunches
are lyrics wetting the breath of a city strangulated with nightmares.
here, even as an old man you form a boat, you load your children’s dreams
into it, forgetting how heavy in hunger they are & how they could become
a soil while tears, a seed growing on a nation’s chest where you planned
tearing the next noon for your creativity — wave where women wear
odd rhythms for their sons’ silences.

every man here is a singer, locate a microphone in their thighs, cos
yesterday, a man forced songs into another man’s boxer shorts
& I don’t know how to chew lyrics that follows a gun’s voice,
I don’t know the type of music this is &the more I try adding sweetness
to my mouth a bit, I dissolve like a cube of sugar
in hot things like the hell on my face. father was baptised in fire.

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Love Forgone by Bliss Akinyemi and Samuel Ayoade


I have waited at ports

For a ship or plane

That would return

My wandering love

But he has not come back

I sealed my lips

And fought my battles

With words unheard

But my silence was disrespect

Called to book with insults

The sound of our favorite song

Became the soundtrack for our

Wrestling feats

And on the dancing floor

I was sorely flogged

My skin became a canvass

Of fading scars and fresh wounds

Bleeding lips and plastered eyes

Still, all I saw was

The boy of my dreams

Whose call was my alarm

And messages my prayer book

The one who stood up for me

And stayed with me

Through thick and thin

Now I know

It was a reflection of it that I saw

A shadow of what I call love

That left at dawn and never returned

Forgetting that my heart is hungry

Hot tears ache down my cheeks

As I stare at the roaming galaxy

Searching through Cupid’s atrophied soul

For a glimpse – a splint of life

I fall

from cloud nine

I am dieing again…

Fantasies sensitised my sanity

For the words you spoke collapsed my

heart muscles

Even though I lost, I thought I was


And so I promised my end and beginning


your long arms

have leaped from tree to tree…

The obsession of your name romanced my


Your fairy mustache became my addiction

Even when Mama denied our meeting by

the plantain stump

Atop my mattress I scribble thy name,

an Utopia

and now

my heart melts

for distance demands earth and water…

Love Forgone…

Image courtesy of AntonioGuillem at

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The Chrysolite Anthology


(The Chrysolite Writers Anthology of the Chrysolite Bi-Monthly Contest 2016)

Compiled and Edited by:
Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju
Samuel Amazing Ayoade (BlazingPen)

A publication by The Chrysolite Team Publications

It’s finally here.

The long awaited Chrysolite Anthology of Poems comprised of a multiplicity of stunning poetry highly appealing to the very core of the reader’s heart.

Download the PDF version of the anthology for free by clicking on the following link.
The Chrysolite Anthology

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The following are the leading Nigerian literary blogs/websites to promote your literary works on in 2017 according to The Chrysolite Team Ranking.

1. Word Rhyme and Rythm –
2. EGC Poetry Blog –
3. Chrysolite Writers Blog –
4. AceWorld –
5. Poets In Nigeria –
6. The Poetry Court –
7. Quality Poets Blog –
8. Creative Writers Association of Nigeria –
9. Black Pride Magazine –
10. Parousia Magazine –

You may visit the above sites to read the amazing works published therein and also to find the

guidelines and instructions to send in your own pieces.


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TOP 70 NIGERIAN POETS IN 2016 (The Chrysolite Team Ranking)

The Chrysolite Team is pleased to announce the following poets (Page and Spoken Word) as the selected (not best) Poets that rocked Nigeria in the past year 2016, and are to be watched out for in 2017.

The Selection Criteria include Societal Influence, Consistency (Online, Page and Spoken Words), Publications (Electric and Paper-Back), Online and International Recognition, Awards won and Literary Promotional Programmes involved in.



  1. Ogechi Veronica (Chrysolite Writer of the Year Award Winner)
  2. Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju
  3. Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
  4. Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
  5. Graciano Enwerem
  6. Servio Gbadamosi
  7. Samuel Amazing Ayoade
  8. Wale Ayinla
  9. Ogedengbe Tolulope Impact
  10. Bakare Kemi
  11. Olayinka Samson Aremu
  12. James Ademuyiwa
  13. Mesioye Affable Johnson
  14. Michael Ace
  15. Tanimonuore Richard
  16. Jumoke Adesewa Olah
  17. Lawal Kafayat Gold
  18. Aremu Adams Adebisi
  19. Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom
  20. Oki Kehinde Julius
  21. Damade Richard
  22. Oyeyemi Michael Sui-Generis
  23. Akinbode Israel Oluwatobi
  24. Prestige Ifeanyi
  25. Ayomide Festus
  26. Ajijola Abeeb DaBeloved
  27. Oluwaseun Tiwistar
  28. Awotide Oluwaseun
  29. Eriata Oribhabor
  30. Osigwe Benjamin
  31. Ejiro Edward
  32. Amore David Olamide
  33. Deacon Adigun Temitope Idealism
  34. Olajuwon Joseph Olumide
  35. Enigmatic Olumide Bisiriyu
  36. Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon
  37. Lekan Malik
  38. Ezeokoye Vanessa Onyinye
  39. Valentine Mbagwu
  40. Otubelu Chinazom Chukwudi
  41. Ikirigo Sokari Jeremiah
  42. Odey David
  43. Abegunde Sunday OlaOluwa
  44. Udokamma Benedict Wilfred
  45. Olamiposi Omoyele
  46. Okeme James
  47. AbdAfeez AbdHamid
  48. Akor Emmanuel
  49. Adeosun Adams
  50. BankHall
  51. Victor Adewale LyricPoet
  52. Ojo Adewale Iyanda
  53. Adedolapo Ansel
  54. Tukur Ridwan
  55. Oluwatosin Faith Kolawole
  56. Godson Osarenren
  57. Rex Mayor Ubini
  58. Dike Chukwumerije
  59. Suddie Vershima Agema
  60. Funke Awodiya
  61. Freezing Paul
  62. Jumoke Verissimo
  63. SusamPaul Egwu
  64. Ijalusi Tolani Samuel
  65. Caleb Ugbo
  66. Gabriel Eziorobo
  67. Adegoke Adeola
  68. Alfred Joseph
  69. McCoy Major Golding
  70. Anyatonwu Sylvester



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Indunil Madhusankha Interviews the Nigerian Poet, Samuel Amazing Ayoade

Third person biography of Samuel Amazing Ayoade

Samuel Amazing Ayoade (Blazing Pen) is the first of three children, born on the 27th day of March, 1995 to a Christian dramatist family. He discovered his natural abilities to write and sing, and worked on himself. A scientist by education, but artistic at heart. He is a Higher National Diploma student of Animal Health and Production. He started acting at the age of four and wrote his first play at the age of twelve. He has some Christian movies and gospel musical tracks to his credit. Some of his poems were first published in Wale Owoade’s poetry anthology ‘BLACK COMMUNION’. He is the founder of a literary group ‘CHRYSOLITE WRITERZ’, a singer, poet, writer (of prose, drama, and poetry), an actor, and a defender of faith.


IM: Indunil Madhusankha

SAA: Samuel Amazing Ayoade


IM: You are truly “Amazing” and quite a “Blazing Pen” when it comes to creative writing, especially poetry. How do you perceive the poet in you?

SAA: Eccentric

IM: I liked and was particularly touched by the three of your recently published poems, “Horrors of Planet Africa” (Tuck Magazine), “Horses and Soles” (I am not a silent poet Magazine), and “A Sonnet for My Lost Sisters” (Nigerian POETRY – WRR POETRY). There, I saw how poignantly you have expressed your genuine sentiments on the vice of colour segregation. How much do you think this discrimination has shaped your writing?

SAA: I love satires. Social vices and discrimination makes my pen bleed oxygenated ink directly from my arteries.

IM: I also went through your poems, “LOVEIATOR” published in the Tuck Magazine and “THE CROSS” featured in the Nigerian POETRY – WRR POETRY. I highly commended the stunning concrete imagery and the authentic appeal observable in those poems. What inspires you to think creatively like that?

SAA: God inspires, God’s Word has been my support, backbone and every strength so far. Creativity? Everyone has that, so long as you make use of the part of God hidden in your cranium.

IM: Please name your favourite piece out of the many poems that you have written so far?

SAA: Virtually all. I love my works, but to be particular, ZOMBIE STREETS Series, most of which are still unpublished.

IM: I would like to know about some venues, both digital and print, that your poems have been published, and also about any nominations or awards that you have received.

SAA:, I am not a silent poet, Tuck Magazine,, Literary Planet,,,,,, etc.
Nominations, not so many.

Awards, Poem of the Week December 2015 by

IM: I learnt that you are a student involved in the field of Science (Animal Health and Production) which apparently ‘contradicts’ the liberal arts that you have excelled in. How do you wish to interpret this ‘contradiction’?  

SAA: Passion is everything. Elechi Chukwudi Bright once said that the human brain has been wired by GOD to perform many functions

IM: Who is your favourite poet and what do you like about his or her writing the most?

SAA: Ajise Vincent. He is always deep, concise and revelational

IM: Looking back on the way you have come, what do you think made you a writer?

SAA: In-born capacity made me a writer. Criticism and contests developed me. Failure built me. Reading other people’s works has also helped in building the me in my pen.

IM: You are a person of multiple artistic accomplishments because you are not just a writer of several genres, but an actor, musician and a singer as well. Also, apart from being a student, professionally you are a teacher and a coordinator. So, how do you find the time for writing amidst your busy schedule?

SAA: When interests and time fail, passion persists.

IM: Do you write according to a plan? Or, is it at a sudden call that you move onto write a new piece?

SAA: I write anywhere, anytime, as my muse dictates. Tho’, I deny my muse at times, and in return, it hurts my emotions at other times by going crazy and uncontrollable. Times like this, you’d see me scream words…

IM: What are the challenges that you have faced or are currently facing as a young writer?

SAA: Sponsorship

IM: Some people say that the public interest on literature is gradually dwindling. Do you agree with this statement?

SAA: Yes, it’s true. But spoken words have gradually taken over.

IM: Unlike in the past, publishing is no longer an unfulfilled dream for the authors in today’s technologically revolutionized world. As a young writer and the founder of the literary group, “CHRYSOLITE WRITERS”, what do you think about the way in which digital platforms have contributed to the promotion of creative writing in the present context?

SAA: Very well, especially the internet. It gives voices to unheard trachea laying down in silenced silences.

IM: Finally, what message would you like to deliver to the emerging writers as an accomplished young poet?

SAA: Whatsoever your hand findeth to do, do it with all the strength in you. You may be neglected and deserted. But one day, you will become a monument for generations yet in the loins.

IM: Thank you very much, dear Samuel Amazing Ayoade. I highly appreciate the valuable opportunity that you offered me to interview you about your writings and your views regarding poetics.

SAA: It’s my pleasure sir.


First published in the Tuck Magazine on 9th February 2016 the link for which is