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'...I write not to purge emotions, but to create it." — Adelere Adesina

"....I write not to purge emotions, but to create it."

Greetings Readers,
Today, I bring to you a poet, Author of 11 Chapbooks. His name is Adelere Adesina.

Here is the interview with our Guest today.


Can we meet you, Sir?

Guest: I am Adelere Adesina, a writer from Nigeria.

What has driven your passion into writing?

Guest: I believe that I write because I desire to speak to people, even when I am not there.

Can you tell us the number of Poetry books in your name?

Guest: Eleven, Sir.

Wow, that’s great. When did you start writing, Sir?

Guest: In 2012, Sir.

You’ve once said you don’t want to sell your books, what’s the reason behind that, Sir?

Guest: I made a decision not to sell my poetry books because all reasons in my thought stand against it, sir. First, by trying to earn money, a poet tends to drift away from his creativity and originality of expression to common impression (I seriously do not buy the idea that one can be creative while one maintains the truth of one’s expression when one simply wants to impress those who buy you). Furthermore, it engenders competition among poets, at which I have ever frowned. Competition does us no good as poets. Another reason is the gift of writing, being free, should be given free. If you doubt me, and the saying that goes: the most beautiful and priceless things are free, try thinking how much you pay to breathe or to have sunlight.

You use simple words and great emotions in your works, is there any secret to that?

Guest: Personally, I love to write simply. Simple words are the most ambiguous, complicated (not complex) and beautiful. They reach quickly to the soul and impress the message thereupon. In addition, I think in easy but diverse words; so, I write in the words of my thought, as clear as they seem to me. On the aspect of emotions, I do not write to purge emotions, as some poets do. Well, I used to. However, once I realized I was the source of the emotions of my poetry, I would not want to wash what I should build away. I once wrote an article, The Poetry and the Emotion, where I noted my musing on the topic of emotions. I noted two types of poetry based on emotions there, premotioned and enmotioned. I write enmotioned poetry, which is written, I quote, ‘not to purge emotion, but to create it’. I make myself as blank as the paper on which I should write, write in a first few words that are like the gathering of clouds. Nevertheless, while I write on, the words turn into a torrent of emotions. This brings me greater joy because even when I have completed the poem, the emotion of it, freshly created, still lingers in me. Thus, I write poems in such a way that they have faces that can move and hands that can draw empathy.


Tell us some Figures of Speech you like using.

Guest: I love using all figures of speech of which I have knowledge. I know that there are some figures I am yet to come across. I anticipate them. However, the figure I use per work depends on the work and the effects I would like the figures to give the work.

What is your sincere view about poetry and writing generally in Nigeria.

Guest: Of a truth, Nigerian poets are hardworking. However, diligence may not be sufficient a virtue, even if it is necessary. I think poetry in Nigeria (as, unsurprisingly, in several other places) suffers for our growing knowledge of literature. This pertains to writing, too. As I mentioned earlier, competition does us no good as poets, especially. Other writers may find some goodness anyway. The craze for competition and the predominance of learning judges and critics in Nigerian poetry has watered down creativity in Nigerian poetry. Poets do not even use the structure of their poems to speak again; but, all want to be as alliterative as all iteration. In my perspective, Nigeria possesses hardworking, creative poets and writers who do not know their worth because of little knowledge in differentiating between ephemeral and eternal things, and between creative writing and rote writing.

Do you think if you’re outside Nigeria, your work will be more appreciated than it has been?

Guest: I do not think so. I said somewhere that the situation in Nigeria is about the same elsewhere. There may be a greater or lesser degree of this poverty in the situational properties of appreciating poetry in other places. Regardless, the extent of difference cannot have been as large as to make any laudable difference in the appreciation of my works in my perception.

What is the pride you have as a writer?

Guest: Truth! The fact that I am charged (so do I sense in my contemplation of the true cause of a writer, especially a poet) to declare the truth and nothing more is my pride. This is because truth is the most beautiful substance that sheds light on other things, even on love.

How do you want to use poetry to influence the world?

Guest: As I have mentioned, my passion is to speak long after I have departed, and even when I am away while yet I have not departed. Plus, my pride in writing is the truth I am given to express. From these, I would like to make a difference in the world by speaking the truth, which I am certain will prevail and make this world a better place to live.

Which type of the Literary Type do you often write?  Satire, didactic, romantic, pastoral…?

Guest: I believe I write first Romance, then Romance and others.

Is there anything you think poetry cannot do?

Guest: Yes. The same as nothing that works in the daylight can do: it cannot speak to the dead, but of them.

Why did you chose that answer?

Guest: Poetry can only give its message to people who are still living in this world. It is not a message unto angels nor unto ghosts. I tell you magical poetry is magical because it quickens people, whose souls are dead in their living bodies, not bodies whose souls are living outside their dead bodies. Anything that does the latter is not poetry but magic.

Thank you for your answers, before we draw the curtain, can you tell us what you think about Religion? — Do you think if people are to chose freely, there won’t be clamour as it is now?

Guest: Religion is good when its totality speaks of goodness, righteousness and truth. I am a Christian; and, I respect people’s choices. I believe that everyone should be free to choose which religion they would insofar that religion holds love and peace as virtues. True religion, after all, preaches peace. If everyone chooses a true religion, one that touches the heart, I do not think there will be chaos as there is in the world today.

What is the best advice you can give people, Sir?

Guest: I will advise that we all learn to dwell in peace; that is when we can truly participate in our religions, too. Respect your neighbour’s choice and delight in yours. Most of all, love your neighbour as yourself.

Sorry, before you go, can you tell us your sleeping schedule?
There are some that can’t do without sleeping for a long time, I think it’s different to you, kindly tell us your sleeping schedules.

Guest: Ordinarily, I sleep for six hours on average at night when I am worn or without an urgent task. However, if circumstances require it of me or if I have some assignments for myself which my heart burns to achieve, I can go on for days with little or no sleep. There have been times when I had evaded all night sleep for days. It all depends on what happens per time in my life.




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