Biography of Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Son of a Headmaster and a Superintendent of schools, Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu, Nigerian poet, novelist and short story writer, was born to Francis and Mary Ogbuagu in the course of the internecine Nigeria/Biafra War. Ogbuagu attended the prestigious Government Secondary School, Owerri, Nigeria, where he began writing fiction in Form 4 and at the age of 15. Ogbuagu has always made it known that he inherited his creative gift from both his parents: his father wrote and published the history of his town in the 1960s; his mother possessed a rare power of oral description embellished in rich poetry. Ogbuagu holds a BA in history, and an M.Sc in International Affairs and Diplomacy. Over the years, Ogbuagu has written 20 books in novels, poetry and short stories. His third novel, BOSHETH WILLIAMS was published in England in 2003. Some of his poems have been published in newspapers and journals and online. A great lover of music, Ogbuagu reads voraciously, sketches and paints and loves travelling.
Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu's Works:
Bosheth Williams (a novel)
Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu Poems
Endloser Regen Nach der Sintflut kommt die ausgehungerte Ebbe zieht das Wasser zurück lässt die Böden flüchten
Roots (For Alex Haley)
Pensile clouds of a new Truth loom. With them are selected versions of Extinct grief.
Verdigris and Wasted Talents
Verdigris is the evidence of death, the symbol of ruin, of waste, of abandonment,
In the Diary
Kingdoms Queendoms Earthdoms Walk on stilts,
Before light’s encroaching Beams, across wavelengths Of glints, in between yawning Protocols of waking,
In this arid circumstance, on a collage of sacred pulses, this pot - Heritage - merely sits, smoked and besmirched by elements
(A poem in honour of Shell Camp. Dedicated to all teachers and pupils, past and present, dead and alive) . So, what says the Morning Information?
Out of the depths of the souls of churches Rattled by the third ear, the basement of America Flourishes. Sounds are measured in the decibels of history.
Dark horse whines silently and alone When the festered face of the moon Leers at bulbous trees under. Darkness comes forth with tholes he
Morning was patient with us, she and I, Within earful white walls and solemn gardens.
Invocation of Rain
When laughter comes between the red gums of drought, there's fire.
If you are licensed to love me, Then go on and love me. Do not wait for the moon To remind you...
Have you read the note? It speaks of the doom of the liquid element. An inclement weather, grey, and with the fuss of a bleached lightning, Besieges the tick of the clock.
The Fulani and His Cattle
Fulbenai and transhumance Cattle sing ballads in bleats of the cold Evening wind.
Sunday rises gallantly from behind
Distant clouds, orange, on the wall
Of low, chintzy, tepid skies.
Bells sound with tamed decibels
Through tiny holes on top cupolas of
Rounded, gilded cathedrals to welcome
A yellow day that reclines on the edge