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
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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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
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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/
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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
http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com/

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
http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com/

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CHRISACEDARUTH
        (The Long Awaited)
        

    Samuel C. Enunwa




             CONTENTS
Dedication……………………..
Acknowledgement…………….
Author’s note………………….
My wealthy neighbour………...
Jungle………………………….
Johnny as a kid………………..
At the stream………………….
What happened in heaven…….
Under the spell………………...
Two tombs…………………….
Eligible married couple 1&2….
Detective Tel 1,2,3,4&5………
My love promo………………..
Chrisacedaruth………………..
Ode to the poet’s curtain……..
Halle Bery…………………….
They’re searching through Google…..
                       
         DEDICATION:
                         To thee, lovers of poetry
                 Pretty
                       effort and ability
       I dedicate this to thee willingly.

             ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
       I thank God for this book, if not for him this would have been in vain. Mrs. A. A. Enunwa, I won’t stop trying though I know I won’t be able to repay your motherly love; Thank, you mother. My thanks also goes to you, Mr. & Mrs. Bamgboye, your labour and pain over me will never be in vain and in your family, blessings will continually rain. Daddy Leonard, I dey hail o and make blessing full your too, Amen.
     Enunwa Onyeka, Enunwa Eric, Enunwa Ruth, Bamgboye Kolawole, I appreciate you all. Aribido Daniel(D-Gbegbe), you are so mouthed; how is Rufus Giwa Polytechnic? Engr. Akinrelere Omotayo (T-money), how far? Ajibade Taiwo (Jah. Mr. Okra, Mr. Federal ); I appreciate you all.
     I can never forget you, all the Durance Publishing crew and those of the www.i-proclaim.com. Thank you and keep up the good work. May the good Lord reward you all, Amen. Finally, to all my friends @ www.samueldpoetry.webs.com
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           AUTHOR’S NOTE
      It gladdens the whole of me, each time the thought and assurance of the fact that the scope of poetry is broader than anyone can mention, comes to my thinking. Poetry can take any form; it can be lyrical or satirical, come in form of praise or in a long narrative form which happens to be the poetic form, I’ve made use of in this book titled CHRISACEDARUTH(The Long Awaited).
     As I’ve said, this book contains more than ten narrative poems in which CHRISACEDARUTH(The Long Awaited) bears the same name with the title of this book and has over two thousand five hundred lines, divided into more than fifteen stanzas. It is the story of a village boy, who happens not to be who he thought he was but later maybe through the help of luck or through the force of fate, or maybe through his personal strives, discovered his true self, his weaknesses, strengths, etc.
  It is also true that the poem: CHRISACEDARUTH(The Long Awaited) is the major reason for this book but I’ve also garnished it with inclusion of other funny, entertaining and educating poems like The Eligible Married Couple 1&2, the most wanted, Detective Tel 1,2,3,4&5; and My Love Promo, which happens to be the favorite of almost all my fans @ www.facebook.com, among others.
     Aside from the fact that the poems are rhyme oriented, I’ve tried and made sure they are sculpted with simple languages and diction. Before you ask me my reason, I’ll tell you that I do not believe in complexity. What’s the essence of turning enjoyment to homework? My paramount aim is to cure your boredom. My major aim is to make this book, your teddy bear, your pet, you can take anywhere and as you read, I believe your boredom will be deleted. Thanks, for your love.
                        Samuel C. Enunwa.


 
   
   MY WEALTHY NEIGHBOUR
He never cheated nature
But pilled himself to labour
At exactly twenty four
He met expected future
Became a famous employer of labour
And poverty couldn’t knock his door
Then sighed and took a resting posture
And slept and slept and snored
And fell from couch to the floor
Yes, he was held by nature
Who? The famous employer of labour
Whom we were once a neighbour
And loved his hardworking nature
He slept and snored on the floor
While they knocked his office door
For they loved his overture
Yet he slept and slept and snored
And slept and slept on the floor
And so scared of his earth departure
They knocked and knocked his office door
And knocked as if to create puncture
And opened and found him on the floor
When broken his office door
“When did oga start this nature?”
They asked and laughed him on the floor
And logged him from the floor
Back to his resting posture
He slept and slept and snored
And sometimes fell on the floor
And feeding became his failure
And was only catered by neighbours
Where he slept and snored
And must be dreaming, I’m sure
Of living with lady he adored
And they talked and toured
And shared a love adventure
Where he slept and snored
At exactly ninety four
He woke from his resting posture
And was a celebration galore
And walked on the floor
Then fell and got final departure
And that my wealthy neighbour
Who was dead on the floor
Taught me not to cheat nature.
               Samuel C. Enunwa. July 13, 2009.

            JUNGLE
Happiness dwindled
As loneliness doubled
And none to rekindle
But while ago were whistles
Shout for passes and dribbles
Songs held their paddles
Till end of the battle
A football battle
Mirthful and memorable
Two elephants wrestled
Grasses had to struggle
At the grassless middle
Fell he who dribbled
Stood and took water bottle
From the first aid people
More than thousand people
Young, old and middle
Aged happy people
Singing were married couples,
Kids and searching singles
Lovers turned compatible
Pretty belles chew bubble
Received short cuddles
As they screamed amidst people
During goals, shots and dribbles
And the pretty one I cuddled
Made the battle memorable
I wished for endless battle
Because of love incomparable
That waited amidst the people
But the final whistle
Changed the people
Made happiness dwindled
And loneliness doubled
It was unbelievable
Only me at the middle
Of chairs, I couldn’t buckle
My shoes, I mingled
With darkness, no candle
To see, I was cripple
And had to struggle
I learnt after the battle
That change was flexible
Though I was able
To escape that silence jungle.
   Samuel C. Enunwa. Sept. 12, 2009.

         JOHNNY AS A KID
One Sunday, immediately after
One a.m, Jonathan Odda
Appeared on earth like other
Children born in Igala
Jonathan Sunday Odda
The son of Mr. Jack Odda
A very skillful welder
And Mrs. Jane Odda
A sweet kola nut seller
Was fair as his father
Not hairy as his mother
Had a brother and a sister
And friends and grandfather
Only called him Johnny Odda
When Jonathan Sunday Odda
Began walk and talk to his mother
His father and every other in Igala
He began to surprise his mother
Father and every other in Igala
And loved to stick to his mother
And they both crossed the Igala boarder
On foot to villages next to Igala
Where she sold her sweet kola
One Sunday, immediately after
Six a. m. Jonathan Odda
Left the side of his mother
Who hadn’t crossed Igala boarder
For she was short of kola
And two years old Johnny Odda
Trekked and crossed Igala boarder
For he missed his female lover
Who happened to be the daughter
A beautiful two years old daughter
Of a major buyer to his mother.
             Samuel C Enunwa Jun. 15, 2010.



   
        AT THE STREAM
I met a beautiful lady at the stream
With no fetching bowl at the stream
“What a beautiful lady at the stream!
Beautiful than the advertisers of cream
She might even be goddess of this stream”
I said to myself at the stream
Then to the beauty …


        UNDER THE SPELL
I wish I was an angel
To feel the feelings people feel
And stay and make them feel
Well when others bid farewell
Because I knew very well
Of a village near a dell
Where a beauty …




       TWO TOMBS
My buttocks and two thumbs
Are sitting on a tomb
Waiting for mother to come
You should know Ukpom
The greatest warrior of Atagom
Slim, dark and handsome
But where does …

ELIGIBLE MARRIED COUPLE 1
Eligible married couples
Soon get into trouble
Offer each other battle
Live so unstable
And uncomfortable
And regret being couple
When the …

      DETECTIVE TEL 1
Hi! I’m Detective Tel
Investigating the death of Micheal
The death of Joseph A. Micheal
Found dead at the street of Sel
Not far from Pleasantry Hotel
The thirty two years old, Micheal
Was dark and huge and tall
And had wavy hair as well
More attractive than I can tell
Married women and mature girls
And those with age I’ll not tell
Will do anything to have Micheal
When I heard the death of Micheal
I became scared than I can tell
And felt this world is a hell
Cried and couldn’t feed well
Took my Bible and my bell
Prayed God rescue from this hell
But who could kill Micheal?
Took and slaughtered A. Micheal?
There was a quarrel between Micheal
And his landlord where he dwelt
And Adam Cole threatened Micheal
Who slept with his girl
And Joseph A. Micheal
Had empty wallet where he fell
Lent money to Campbell
And jilted so many girls
But who could killed Micheal?
Took and slaughtered A. Micheal?
The police and I, Tel
Have locked the suspects in cell
My investigation on Campbell
Showed he paid Micheal
And the landlord of Micheal
Only quarreled with Micheal
Over payment of where he dwelt
And he had paid as well
But couldn’t pick a jilted girl
Or who emptied the wallet of Micheal
And today, Adam Cole died in cell
So who could kill Micheal?
Took and slaughtered A. Micheal?
Who only if I tell
Could suspect me Detective Tel
Took and slaughtered A. Micheal?
For having affair with my wife, Arnabel.
            Samuel C Enunwa Jun. 27, 2010.

       DETECTIVE TEL 2
Hi! I’m Detective Tel
Everybody knows me well
I investigated the death of Micheal
The death of Joseph A. Micheal
Found dead at the street of Sel
Not far from Pleasantry Hotel
I swear, now …

 


  MY LOVE PROMO
Here comes the info
To shorties with no
In this sumptuous promo
Where soft Hi! Wins, Hello!
And makes you my duo
In my attempt to woo.

We’ll date without ado,
Travel and zoom to zoo,
Watch animals like rhino,
Lion, merino and buffalo;
Birds like flamingo,
Puffin, kiwi and cuckoo.

Tour place like Toronto,
Boarding a beautiful jumbo,
Cruising a stretch limo
And by rail, the loco
Making the trip in toto
To places we go.

Visit a beach lido
Where you’ll bask in lilo
While I play waterpolo
Or an American rodeo
By dressing like gaucho
And gallop a bronco.

Party and listen to rondo
Where served burrito or taco
When I dance tango or zydeco
Amidst White, Indian and Negro
Or act opera with libretto
Blended by cello for physio.

Then drive home as love and bro
When the sky is indigo
To pour you some ouzo
In my room with stereo
Playing songs with intro
While you watch my photo.

At this very canto,
Once you aren’t a bimbo
And possess a libido,
I won’t act as bozo,
Loving will be our cameo
To prove our brio.

I’ll move like yo-yo,
Making the process in vivo,
And move to hear Sam o!
Making the process in vitro
So you can call me hero,
And a love supreme.


        CHRISACEDARUTH
          (The Long Awaited)
      
I’m glad, I can be heard
The journey of over hundred
Years, this’ how it stared
The sun over our heads
Was nothing but fire red
Hotter than hell was said
To be; maize, …
The above poems are excerpts from the book titled CHRISACEDARUTH [The Long Awaited] which is available both in hard copy and e-book at www.i-proclaimbookstore.com/poetry/chrisacedaruth(the_long_awaited)
  The poems below are just for you to have a taste of my next book titled “PEOPLE PLACES AND PERSONALITIES” and I’m sure, you’ll derive from it all lessons and fun you wish for. Thank you.

ODE TO THE POET’S CURTAIN
Eh! What a screen with a heavenly picture!
Picturing an artistic fixture,
Turning my bedroom to a museum of culture
That handsomely showcases the native of passion
With the exhibition of heavenly creatures.

Hi! You scattered lightening of illumination!
I embarrassingly cherish your illustration;
What a great explanation!
For illuminating heaven’s innovation.

Oh! You banana shaped fluorescence of harmony!
Harmonizing damsels as the heavenly legacy;
I marvel at your melody
Because you speak from memory
To the best of my memory.

Hello! You specially carved image of passion!
Sitting on the harmonious banana fluorescence
With a crown-like beret of assertion,
Wearing an angelic gown of emergence
Ribbonly embellished for fashion;
What a comely face of continence!
That never conceals emotion
By reproducing an alluring smile
Romanticizing my soul with affection;
All in this heavenly picture.

     HALLE BERY
I’ve blind argued many, many
Beings of this arresting beauty
Till I set my eventually
Double opened nakely
Eyes on Halle Bery
Not in the telly
Not physically
But the cover of Ebony
Where waited she sexily
My friend! My foe!! My family
Now I can bet my money
Bet the whole of my money
With conviction in my belly
That God Almighty
Sculpted Halle Bery
On Monday very early
To possess such a beauty.
       Samuel C Enunwa Mar. 11, 2011

THEY’RE SEARCHING THROUGH GOOGLE
Hi! I’m Enunwa Samuel
I wrote, “Detective Tel”
“Under the Spell”
Plus poems people wanted
And also authored
“How Love Is Treated”
I’ve never wanted to
Tell my story _ true
But people are searching through
Google,
Devilfinder, Ask and Yahoo
To hear the horse’s mouth too
From C.R.I.N Staff School to
Ibadan Grammar School to
The one and only TASUED
Not where I learnt bonjour
I understand English too
Igbo, Yoruba _ ki lo tun ku?
I’ve never wanted to
Tell my story _ true
But people are searching through
Google,
Devilfinder, Ask, and Yahoo
To hear …

      INDEX OF FIRST LINE
And at me she stared…………
And the man regreeted……….
And the shadow of a hand…….
Eh! What a screen with a heavenly picture!......
Eligible married couple………
Everywhere was neat and weeded…
Fylid………………………….
Fylid, I was scared……………
Gently, she held……………...
Happiness dwindled………….
He never cheated nature……...
Here comes the info………….
Hi! I’m Detective Tel………..
Hi! I’m Enunwa Samuel……..
I faintly narrated……………..
“I know”, he said……………
I looked……………………..
I mean, when out of bed……..
I met a beautiful lady at the stream…..
I’m glad, I can be heard………
Immediately morning appeared….
In the village we landed……..
I sat and threw above my head…….
I sat quietly on my bed………
I searched and searched……..
I thought in my head………..
It was sudden descend………
I’ve blind argued many, many….
I was so, so, so scared………
I wish, I was an angel……….
Lying amidst the long dead….
My buttocks and two thumbs…
One Sunday, immediately after…
Someday, I’ll be in heaven……
Suddenly appeared……………
Then father held me and Fred….
Then I called…………………
They learnt human can never be predicted….
They were the ones at our bed….
“This can’t be Helied…………
When they beheaded………….
We trekked and trekked and trekked….
…Your mother narrated………