Some of us – poets are not exactly poets. We live sometimes – beyond the word.

I tend to work best as a one-man Task Force, including even the roles of messenger, coffee maker and office cleaner.

We live in the real world - we live within a certain history of the plague that has landed on us.

I have one abiding religion-human liberty.

Mythology can be used, and has been used, even to re-state, you know, the very urgent problems of the world.

There is only one home to the life of a river-mussel; there is only one home to the life of a tortoise; there is only one shell to the soul of man: there is only one world to the spirit of our race. If that world leaves its course and smashes on boulders of the great void, whose world will give us shelter?

Next to the commodities of corruption, and religion, however, Nigeria is the world capital of rumour mongering.