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MUNGO PARK and the AFRICAN PRINCESS

Photo: MUNGO PARK and the AFRICAN PRINCESS.
Some say the world is sphere
And hard like coconut.
Others took time to compare
The world to fragile things.
But believe it or not
The truth was later born
When a brave and skinny guy
With the name Mungo Park
Began the journey.
Aided with his wrist-band compass,
And a few slaves to aid his conquest,
His voyage brought him to Africa's grass,
Where he hope to solve this natures test.
But little did this brave Scotish explorer know,
His life was about to take an unusual flow.
At the beautiful trees he steared,
Smiling to the birds
Talking to his mind in agreement
As he studied every single moment.
In the large heart of Africa,
Caution he threw beyond countless
quarters.

To explore mystery of her beauteous waters
In jointless mood
His moments fainted mute,
but in his heart,
Courageous to conquer.

Plenty fish were free,
Plenty meats were free,
Vegetables and fruits
And yam and cocoyam
At their finger tips.
Natural birds sang
For them to enliven
Fresh breezes blew
From trees to their skin
While meditating.
Everything was green
And well serene,
And their haggard skin
Were rejuvenating.

While Mungo Park and crew
Made all their tourings,
Rivering and foresting
Because of the princess Adaugo,
The land of Umu-ugo
They kept for resting.
So enchanted
By her neck of beads
With the waist that said to him
"Oh, white man, come and get me!"

The more
And more that Park drew near,
The princess with maids
Began to fear,
And feared
The sights
With no compare
To the black skin
They were born to wear.
Behold-
The whirling wind of adventure
As it swept Park to our princess feet.
He would give anything to have her heart
Even murder his heart as a loving pact,
To relish her eternal kiss.

Park fantasy about Adaugo as the mother of
his half-cast kids.
"agadi chu gbu mgbada awanyor"
If he can get her in his dreams then its a reality
he must bring to the fore,
"Tomorrow i must make her know",
He concluded with a warm smile,
As the awe cries of distant owl reminded him
the soil he lay.
Adorned in his weather beaten suit,
With his umbrella in hand,
He headed to the igwe palace,
Accompanied by his hired interpreter Alaeze.
The Igwe denied his ears,
" Tufia kwa!" his subjects echoed in unison,
" The gods will surely forsake us,
If this onye ọcha touches Adaugo.",
Nwanani the priest prophesied.
Umu-ugo was in chaos,
As the wind of Park's desire blew round the
clans.
Adaugo wasn't caught up in the tension wind,
Somewhere in her heathen heart,
She knew there is a place for Mungo Park
Lo Secretly black and white met,
White promised black of a grandier life in
obodo oyinbo,
If only igwe will let go.

Oh, pretty Adaugo!
So drunk from the wine of Park's tales
She made her intention known
To all the maids when intending
To elope with Mungo Park.

This life is too funny
And full of mysteries
For how ways lead unto ways
Has led Mungo Park,
The man from Scotland
From the ways of truth
To the ways of love
And made him ran far
In forest of Africa
With our ebony princess
Knowing fully well
The consequences
And the punishments
Should the king's subjects
Caught up with him,
While running far away
With princess and his crew.

I won't blame Mungo Park
If a man has not found
What he will die for,
He's yet fit
To be called a man.

''It's true, they say,
Uneasy lies the head
That will wear her crown."
Park told his crew
"I've laid down my heart
And found Africa;
I must endure
For winning Adaugo
Will be the reward
For tortures we got
From mosquitos and cold
That paled our skin."

Igwe in his raging tone, uttered,
"Call the servants and the guards,
Bring the gongs and the horns,
Let the town criers inform our people,
Of the missing state of our Princess, Adaugo"
The gongs went round every home
Drawing the attention of Umu-Ugo.
As the town criers made the anouncement
Of the missing princess,
The people mumured in deep shock
Tufiakwa! Abomination.
Silence grew in Umu-Ugo
As they all missed their lovely princess Adaugo.

In deep fear,
Igwe became so scared.
"Go insearch of her!"
He ordered the guards.
One after the other;
With hearts beating faster; reverberating
upon the ground,
They matched in their numbers.
Days after days, nights after nights
They pierced and comb through the forest.
Their princess they hope to find
At the gallant adventurer's nest.
But little did this adventurer know
That the aborigines were the king of the forest.

Mungo Park would eat a humble pie
When the king's subjects caught up with him.
Princess Adaugo
Became short of breath
So they rested
Under the canopy
Of a mango tree.
The breeze the mango tree gave was
enchanting,
The forest was no subject to the igwe,
But it seemed it was in support of his fervent
prayers,
Because soon they settled down to rest...http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com


Some say the world is sphere
And hard like coconut.
Others took time to compare
The world to fragile things.
But believe it or not
The truth was later born
When a brave and skinny guy
With the name Mungo Park
Began the journey.
Aided with his wrist-band compass,
And a few slaves to aid his conquest,
His voyage brought him to Africa's grass,
Where he hope to solve this natures test.
But little did this brave Scotish explorer know,
His life was about to take an unusual flow.
At the beautiful trees he steared,
Smiling to the birds
Talking to his mind in agreement
As he studied every single moment.
In the large heart of Africa,
Caution he threw beyond countless
quarters.

To explore mystery of her beauteous waters
In jointless mood
His moments fainted mute,
but in his heart,
Courageous to conquer.

Plenty fish were free,
Plenty meats were free,
Vegetables and fruits
And yam and cocoyam
At their finger tips.
Natural birds sang
For them to enliven
Fresh breezes blew
From trees to their skin
While meditating.
Everything was green
And well serene,
And their haggard skin
Were rejuvenating.

While Mungo Park and crew
Made all their tourings,
Rivering and foresting
Because of the princess Adaugo,
The land of Umu-ugo
They kept for resting.
So enchanted
By her neck of beads
With the waist that said to him
"Oh, white man, come and get me!"

The more
And more that Park drew near,
The princess with maids
Began to fear,
And feared
The sights
With no compare
To the black skin
They were born to wear.
Behold-
The whirling wind of adventure
As it swept Park to our princess feet.
He would give anything to have her heart
Even murder his heart as a loving pact,
To relish her eternal kiss.

Park fantasy about Adaugo as the mother of
his half-cast kids.
"agadi chu gbu mgbada awanyor"
If he can get her in his dreams then its a reality
he must bring to the fore,
"Tomorrow i must make her know",
He concluded with a warm smile,
As the awe cries of distant owl reminded him
the soil he lay.
Adorned in his weather beaten suit,
With his umbrella in hand,
He headed to the igwe palace,
Accompanied by his hired interpreter Alaeze.
The Igwe denied his ears,
" Tufia kwa!" his subjects echoed in unison,
" The gods will surely forsake us,
If this onye ọcha touches Adaugo.",
Nwanani the priest prophesied.
Umu-ugo was in chaos,
As the wind of Park's desire blew round the
clans.
Adaugo wasn't caught up in the tension wind,
Somewhere in her heathen heart,
She knew there is a place for Mungo Park
Lo Secretly black and white met,
White promised black of a grandier life in
obodo oyinbo,
If only igwe will let go.

Oh, pretty Adaugo!
So drunk from the wine of Park's tales
She made her intention known
To all the maids when intending
To elope with Mungo Park.

This life is too funny
And full of mysteries
For how ways lead unto ways
Has led Mungo Park,
The man from Scotland
From the ways of truth
To the ways of love
And made him ran far
In forest of Africa
With our ebony princess
Knowing fully well
The consequences
And the punishments
Should the king's subjects
Caught up with him,
While running far away
With princess and his crew.

I won't blame Mungo Park
If a man has not found
What he will die for,
He's yet fit
To be called a man.

''It's true, they say,
Uneasy lies the head
That will wear her crown."
Park told his crew
"I've laid down my heart
And found Africa;
I must endure
For winning Adaugo
Will be the reward
For tortures we got
From mosquitos and cold
That paled our skin."

Igwe in his raging tone, uttered,
"Call the servants and the guards,
Bring the gongs and the horns,
Let the town criers inform our people,
Of the missing state of our Princess, Adaugo"
The gongs went round every home
Drawing the attention of Umu-Ugo.
As the town criers made the anouncement
Of the missing princess,
The people mumured in deep shock
Tufiakwa! Abomination.
Silence grew in Umu-Ugo
As they all missed their lovely princess Adaugo.

In deep fear,
Igwe became so scared.
"Go insearch of her!"
He ordered the guards.
One after the other;
With hearts beating faster; reverberating
upon the ground,
They matched in their numbers.
Days after days, nights after nights
They pierced and comb through the forest.
Their princess they hope to find
At the gallant adventurer's nest.
But little did this adventurer know
That the aborigines were the king of the forest.

Mungo Park would eat a humble pie
When the king's subjects caught up with him.
Princess Adaugo
Became short of breath
So they rested
Under the canopy
Of a mango tree.
The breeze the mango tree gave was
enchanting,
The forest was no subject to the igwe,
But it seemed it was in support of his fervent
prayers,
Because soon they settled down to rest
Sleep took hold of their bosom.
Park and his servant were still snoring,
When the guards found them,
And in bronze cast chains,
They were marshaled to the palace,
Where fury of the igwe, 
And the shocking sights of the people awaits their return
  
What fate await this unfortunate adventurer and lover?
If not terror to be unleashed;
Courtesy of Igwe's anger
As he waited hastily
For their story

Igwe roared in cold rage
His ears, he could not believe
As the chiefs met their startling gaze
At the news of Adaugo's pregnancy
Which led her to elope afar.
In the raging dialect of the storms,
the silent trees babling in noisy waves.
Adaugo's heart pond fast.
As she beheld the hands of her lover.
In grumbling hopes, 
Adaugo woke the voiceless thumbs
Decayed with worries in Park's bothered soul.
In his gentle heart, 
Thinking about the rage painted on the igwe's cruel smilling face, 
Hearing the news of Adaugo's sudden pregnancy for her lover.
With a heart filled with timid boldness, 
Park the adventurer trudged ahead with his pretty princess.
To the mission he dream to accomplish.
 
Oh.
what an adventurer 'mungo park'
Wished he could see from afar
Wished he could smell the danger
In the igwe's heart of hearts.
 
Roaring in cold rage
Igwe flipped his heavy hand
And stabbed Mungo Park
Which was but a swift attack
As he fell to the ground
Gasping hard in dripping blood
The princess uttered a single word
which was but a lenghty no
"Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
 
Only for her to suddenly woke
From such an epic dream
Back to Lynda, her normal self,
A fresh student of UNILAG
Who slept off while studying
Her lenghty HISTORY 102
Which was tale of Mungo Park.

THE END
Written by:
(1)Ambrose Anton Writes,
(2)Showunmi Olawale Michael,
(3)Eric S Alfred,
(4)Moses Opara
and
(5)Samuel Enunwa
On 07-11-2012 to 09-11-2012.
if you've not red my:
GHOST AFFAIR 1,
WHAT HAPPENED IN HEAVEN,
MY LOUSY LASS,
CHEAP WAYS TO CURE MIGRAIN,
8 THINGS I'M DOING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE, etc.
http://twitter.com/samueldpoetry.

8 THINGS I'M DOING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE

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8 THINGS I'M DOING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Right here, right now I'm fifty five
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From my trusted robust wife
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have a doubted twin in my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know you won't believe my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I ride the new peugeot 805
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hate to eat with fork and knife
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yet you won't believe my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm eating for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm drinking for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm dancing for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm laughing for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm bathing for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm crying for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm sleeping for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I just wish you could believe my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wish you could believe me at fifty five
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Did those things for the first time in my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
While sleeping walking after taking valium five
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Whether or not you belive my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Truth still remains that I've surprised you for the first time in my life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
High five?!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Samuel C. Enunwa Nov. 16, 2012
Check http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com
if you've not read:
WHAT HAPPENED IN HEAVEN,
MY LOUSY LASS,
FELA ANIKULAPO KUTI,
THE ROGUES THAT RAPED MY WIFE,
CHEAP WAYS TO CURE MIGRAIN, etc.
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8 THINGS I'M DOING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Right here, right now I'm fifty five
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From my trusted robust wife
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have a doubted twin in my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know you won't believe my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I ride the new peugeot 805
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hate to eat with fork and knife
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yet you won't believe my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm eating for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm drinking for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm dancing for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm laughing for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm bathing for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm crying for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm sleeping for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I just wish you could believe my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wish you could believe me at fifty five
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Did those things for the first time in my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
While sleeping walking after taking valium five
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Whether or not you belive my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Truth still remains that I've surprised you for the first time in my life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
High five?!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Samuel C. Enunwa Nov. 16, 2012
Check http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com/
if you've not read:
WHAT HAPPENED IN HEAVEN,
MY LOUSY LASS,
FELA ANIKULAPO KUTI,
THE ROGUES THAT RAPED MY WIFE,
CHEAP WAYS TO CURE MIGRAIN, etc.
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8 THINGS I'M DOING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Right here, right now I'm fifty five
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From my trusted robust wife
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have a doubted twin in my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know you won't believe my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I ride the new peugeot 805
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hate to eat with fork and knife
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yet you won't believe my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm eating for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm drinking for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm dancing for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm laughing for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm bathing for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm crying for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm sleeping for the first time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I just wish you could believe my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wish you could believe me at fifty five
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Did those things for the first time in my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
While sleeping walking after taking valium five
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Whether or not you belive my life
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Truth still remains that I've surprised you for the first time in my life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
High five?!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Samuel C. Enunwa Nov. 16, 2012
Check http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com
if you've not read:
WHAT HAPPENED IN HEAVEN,
MY LOUSY LASS,
FELA ANIKULAPO KUTI,
THE ROGUES THAT RAPED MY WIFE,
CHEAP WAYS TO CURE MIGRAIN, etc.
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IF YOU STUDY WALT WHITMAN

FELA ANIKULAPO KUTI (1939-1997)

Fellow friends, Fela’s smile says, hello!
From the great place of mellows
The hand of daddy is my pillow
With other good good fellows
With great equality and no one is low
With angels, I sing and flow
Songs, never can be done by Mario
And no singer does nor goes solo
In this wealthy and healthy studio
Righteousness places you, in this video
Like Aaliyah, B.I.G and other good fellows
The best belles and beaux
Please, do good things, you know
Rewards are here, not in that below.

      Please,you can read more of my poems @
      www.poetrypoem.com/samueldpoetry442,
      www.lovepoemsandpoetry.com/samueldpoetry441,
      www.booksie.com/dsam.

MERCY WAS MY WASTE OF TIME IN TIME OF WASTE

Photo: MERCY WAS MY WASTE OF TIME IN TIME OF WASTE
Mercy was my waste
My waste of time in time of waste
Though my yoghurt she wished to taste
If not chained to wasteful chaste

A beauty with floating gait
Like her prostitute mom I so much hate
For gently sneaking in late

Son, thy disturbing is not to my taste
Check thy basket for thy toothpaste
And give thy brush a moderate paste
Make that haste
I need concentrate

Why should Mercy love so great?
Love chastity than relate
Leavin..http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com

Mercy was my waste
My waste of time in time of waste
Though my yoghurt she wished to taste
If not chained to wasteful chaste

...
A beauty with floating gait
Like her prostitute mom I so much hate
For gently sneaking in late

Son, thy disturbing is not to my taste
Check thy basket for thy toothpaste
And give thy brush a moderate paste
Make that haste
I need concentrate

Why should Mercy love so great?
Love chastity than relate
Leavin..http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com/
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I FOLLOW POETRY (SIJO FORM)


How I wish poets are musicians daily selling billion copies
Worldwide worldtour in jumbo with bevies and cancerous artery
Hell: "We're glad to claim your dying early!" No! I follow poetry.
Samuel C. Enunwa 12-11-2012
http://twitter.com/samueldpoetry

MERCY WAS MY WASTE OF TIME IN TIME OF WASTE


Mercy was my waste
My waste of time in time of waste
Though my yoghurt she wished to taste
If not chained to wasteful chaste

...
Photo: MERCY WAS MY WASTE OF TIME IN TIME OF WASTE
Mercy was my waste
My waste of time in time of waste
Though my yoghurt she wished to taste
If not chained to wasteful chaste

A beauty with floating gait
Like her prostitute mom I so much hate
For gently sneaking in late

Son, thy disturbing is not to my taste
Check thy basket for thy toothpaste
And give thy brush a moderate paste
Make that haste
I need concentrate

Why should Mercy love so great?
Love chastity than relate
Leavin..http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com
A beauty with floating gait
Like her prostitute mom I so much hate
For gently sneaking in late

Son, thy disturbing is not to my taste
Check thy basket for thy toothpaste
And give thy brush a moderate paste
Make that haste
I need concentrate

Why should Mercy love so great?
Love chastity than relate
Leavin..http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com/
See More

IF YOU'RE RICH, YOU WILL DIE










Remember those timing
When world was a paradise
When ears and all eyes
Were of equal size
When we meet our supplies
And eat more than twice
By giving bread to get rice
By giving charcoal to get ice
And giving meat of fifty slice
To get beans of equal size
Suddenly in great surprise
The whole world capsize
Making men to labour for fries
To multiply in fools' paradise
With the hope that things be fine
Now you and I scream for an ice cream; why?
And you and I compete for nothing; why?
All because money is in supply
I'll speak my mind; keep your reply
If you're rich, you will die
And if you're poor, you will die
For it is never a lie
That the rich also cry
But who will then deny
That harder the poor cry
Let's make choice before we die
To get rich or die trying.
Samuel C. Enunwa 03-11-2012.
http://goo.gl/g8koV
http://goo.gl/PgIbn
http://twitter.com/samueldpoetry
 

4 THINGS I WILL NEVER DO

  1. 4 THINGS I WILL NEVER DO
    I will never serve my God in fear
    I will never beat nor hurt my dear
    I will never borrow my friends' car
    And I will never donate in hospital;
    All those affect and somehow debar
    ...
    My pride and respect and even survival.
    Samuel C. Enunwa
    http://goo.gl/EgNK6 http://goo.gl/TjNVZ
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SELLING MAHOGANY AND TEAK

SELLING MAHOGANY AND TEAK
SELLING MAHOGANY AND TEAK
Mr. Ugu Taofeek
Was a man of mystic
He lived his life so automatic
When ventured into timber some weeks
After been sacked from Sosa Plastic

He sold logs of mahogany and teak
His mumbo jumbo trick
Took him to the peak

Mr. Ugu Taofeek
Was mothered by Delta and fathered by Effik
He was so humble and with good physique
Used to tell people he was a Catholic
But few people like me and Mr. Fredrick
Can only tell the true tale of Mr. Taofeek

It started the day of The Oracle Speak
Since this tale is no comic
Forget the elaboration of wise men milk
Else milk will turn tick
And tick will turn lick
And lick will turn sick
And sick will turn weak
And weak will turn reek

So back to the story quick
Oracle said a tree will murder Taofeek
Mr. Ugu Taofeek became a freak
He no longer goes to the picnic
He stopped selling mahogany and teak
Became scared in his gigantic
Mansion to cut all trees and pack their stick

Mock not Mr. Taofeek!
Sometimes in life we fear what we seek
For earth is for the poor and the meek
But the rich will inherit the mineral milk

At the age of forty six
Mr. Ugu Taofeek
Ate fufu with meat and pick
A toothpick,
A wooden toothpick...
Samuel C. Enunwa 03-11-2012
http://goo.gl/g8koV
http://goo.gl/PgIbn
http://twitter.com/samueldpoetry
Mr. Ugu Taofeek
Was a man of mystic
He lived his life so automatic
When ventured into timber some weeks...
After been sacked from Sosa Plastic

He sold logs of mahogany and teak
His mumbo jumbo trick
Took him to the peak

Mr. Ugu Taofeek
Was mothered by Delta and fathered by Effik
He was so humble and with good physique
Used to tell people he was a Catholic
But few people like me and Mr. Fredrick
Can only tell the true tale of Mr. Taofeek

It started the day of The Oracle Speak
Since this tale is no comic
Forget the elaboration of wise men milk
Else milk will turn tick
And tick will turn lick
And lick will turn sick
And sick will turn weak
And weak will turn reek

So back to the story quick
Oracle said a tree will murder Taofeek
Mr. Ugu Taofeek became a freak
He no longer goes to the picnic
He stopped selling mahogany and teak
Became scared in his gigantic
Mansion to cut all trees and pack their stick

Mock not Mr. Taofeek!
Sometimes in life we fear what we seek
For earth is for the poor and the meek
But the rich will inherit the mineral milk

At the age of forty six
Mr. Ugu Taofeek
Ate fufu with meat and pick
A toothpick,
A wooden toothpick...
Samuel C. Enunwa 03-11-2012
http://goo.gl/g8koV
http://goo.gl/PgIbn
http://twitter.com/samueldpoetry
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SELLING MAHOGANY AND TEAK
Mr. Ugu Taofeek
Was a man of mystic
He lived his life so automatic
When ventured into timber some weeks
After been sacked from Sosa Plastic

He sold logs of mahogany and teak
His mumbo jumbo trick
Took him to the peak

Mr. Ugu Taofeek
Was mothered by Delta and fathered by Effik
He was so humble and with good physique
Used to tell people he was a Catholic
But few people like me and Mr. Fredrick
Can only tell the true tale of Mr. Taofeek

It started the day of The Oracle Speak
Since this tale is no comic
Forget the elaboration of wise men milk
Else milk will turn tick
And tick will turn lick
And lick will turn sick
And sick will turn weak
And weak will turn reek

So back to the story quick
Oracle said a tree will murder Taofeek
Mr. Ugu Taofeek became a freak
He no longer goes to the picnic
He stopped selling mahogany and teak
Became scared in his gigantic
Mansion to cut all trees and pack their stick

Mock not Mr. Taofeek!
Sometimes in life we fear what we seek
For earth is for the poor and the meek
But the rich will inherit the mineral milk

At the age of forty six
Mr. Ugu Taofeek
Ate fufu with meat and pick
A toothpick,
A wooden toothpick...
Samuel C. Enunwa 03-11-2012
http://goo.gl/g8koV
http://goo.gl/PgIbn
http://twitter.com/samueldpoetry

I'M LOOSING YOUR LOVE

I'M LOOSING YOUR LOVE
It seems I'm loosing your love like
A sudden broken dyke
Please, don't put me on a byebye bike
When without you I can't survive
You saved my life with MEDIC-55
You make my life with sinful drive
To seem so virgin at thirty five
Please, take time to revive
We were so close like fork and knive
We were so close like soon-be-wife
And leaving my life's
As delicate as brand new knive
Oh please, my spirituality
My gift of dreams and prophesy
My beautiful pet, my good teddy
Why hast thou denied me thy
Husbandry?
And daily
Making me backslide solemnly
And loosing your love like
A broken dyke
For putting me on a byebye bike
While I like you like anything.
Samuel C. Enunwa Oct 27, 2012
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I'M LOOSING YOUR LOVE

I'M LOOSING YOUR LOVE
It seems I'm loosing your love like
A sudden broken dyke
Please, don't put me on a byebye bike
When without you I can't survive
You saved my life with MEDIC-55
You make my life with sinful drive
To seem so virgin at thirty five
Please, take time to revive
We were so close like fork and knive
We were so close like soon-be-wife
And leaving my life's
As delicate as brand new knive
Oh please, my spirituality
My gift of dreams and prophesy
My beautiful pet, my good teddy
Why hast thou denied me thy
Husbandry?
And daily
Making me backslide solemnly
And loosing your love like
A broken dyke
For putting me on a byebye bike
While I like you like anything.
Samuel C. Enunwa Oct 27, 2012
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