DESCHAPELLES COUP

DESCHAPELLES COUP Yes, I can hear you say it's been long you hear from me. Im here again with another psychological side of chess. As strongly as I support the use of psychology in chess, Im here to show you the one that might not work for you but had highly worked for only one man; Alexandre Deschapelles.   A frenh champion who only played tough tournament by removing a pawn and asked his opponents to make single or double move losing tempi before he would start playing.  His vast success made psychologists to name such mind-set The Deschapelles' Coup  If you're wondering what he was trying to prove, then you need to listen to A. Deschapelles in his own words:- "I never thought, nor do I believe, that a player of my force could ever appear from the chilly regions of the north. A southern sun can alone organize a brain of sufficient chess-genius to cope with me. In proof of this, hear what happened in Prussia. After the battle of Jena, in 1806, our army entered Berlin. The ladies there, having expressed wonder at our rapid march, were told politely, by one of the French officers, 'We should have arrived here even twenty-four sooner, had we not met with some slight obstacles on the way!' -- these slight hindrances being an army of 300,000 men, whom we were forced to get past! Well, I lodged at the house of a colonel of the Prussian national guard, who, the very first evening, took me to the celebrated Berlin chess club, instituted by the great Frederic himself. "A numerous party of amateurs were assembled to receive me; the lists were pitched, the arms in order. The three strongest heads of the club were opposed to mine. Before playing, in the course of some preliminary conversation, I asked whether any foreigner of my acquaintance had ever enjoyed the honour of an introduction. The reception book being produced, displayed a number of names, French, English, and so forth, but not one whom I knew. 'Which party has been chiefly victorious, yours or your visitors?' demanded I. 'Oh!' replied they, cavalierly enough, 'our club have always come off winners.' 'Very well,' replied I; 'such will not be the case this time.' 'Why?' 'Your club must lose!' Fancy the sensation produced by these words! They all gathered round, and a noise like a Babel broke forth; from which issued such expressions, from time to time, in German, as, 'Oh, what insolence! What presumption! We'll punish him!' "Before playing, it is necessary to settle the terms. I at once declared I never played even, and offered the pawn and two. 'What is your stake?' was the question. 'Whatever sum you please,' answered I; 'from a franc to a hundred louis.' They now said they never played in the club for money. I thought to myself, if that be the case, why ask me what my stake was? But I let that pass; and the three best players sat down to play against me. Not only did I insist on their consulting together, but I further authorized every member of the club to advise them as he might think fit. It was agreed we should play even, in other respects; and as they obstinately refused odds, I resigned myself and them to fate. "The move was drawn for, and gained by me. I played the king's gambit. They took and defended the pawn. Feeling a little sore at what had passed, I thought the less ceremony was necessary; so on the eleventh move, I got up, and told them, in an off-hand way, that it was useless to continue the game, as I had a forced mate in seven moves, which I detailed to them. I then appeared as if about to leave the room, accompanied by my host, and a friend, a cavalry colonel in our service; who, being very fond of chess, had come to take part, as second, in the duel. "The members of the club crowded round, and, changing all at once their tone, asked me politely to favour them with another trial... the next day left Berlin for Hamburg. I did not expect much from them; Berlin is so cold! Besides, for twenty years, I gave the pawn and two moves to the first players in Europe, be they whom they might, when they presented themselves; and would do so still." To hear A. Deschapelles narrate his chess doings, with the real spirit of military frankness, is one of the pleasures of this world.  The image you see, shows one the middle games between A. Deschapelles vs De Labourdonnais in 1836.   After Nxh6+...gxh6 can you prove how Deschapelles mated black in 4moves?

Yes, I can hear you say it's been long you hear from me. Im here again with another psychological side of chess.
As strongly as I support the use of psychology in chess, Im here to show you the one that might not work for you but had highly worked for only one man; Alexandre Deschapelles.

A frenh champion who only played tough tournament by removing a pawn and asked his opponents to make single or double move losing tempi before he would start playing.

His vast success made psychologists to name such mind-set The Deschapelles' Coup

If you're wondering what he was trying to prove, then you need to listen to A. Deschapelles in his own words:-
"I never thought, nor do I believe, that a
player of my force could ever appear from
the chilly regions of the north. A southern
sun can alone organize a brain of sufficient
chess-genius to cope with me. In proof of
this, hear what happened in Prussia. After
the battle of Jena, in 1806, our army entered
Berlin. The ladies there, having expressed
wonder at our rapid march, were told
politely, by one of the French officers, 'We
should have arrived here even twenty-four
sooner, had we not met with some slight
obstacles on the way!' -- these slight
hindrances being an army of 300,000 men,
whom we were forced to get past! Well, I
lodged at the house of a colonel of the
Prussian national guard, who, the very first
evening, took me to the celebrated Berlin
chess club, instituted by the great Frederic
himself.
"A numerous party of amateurs were
assembled to receive me; the lists were
pitched, the arms in order. The three
strongest heads of the club were opposed
to mine. Before playing, in the course of
some preliminary conversation, I asked
whether any foreigner of my acquaintance
had ever enjoyed the honour of an
introduction. The reception book being
produced, displayed a number of names,
French, English, and so forth, but not one
whom I knew. 'Which party has been chiefly
victorious, yours or your visitors?'
demanded I. 'Oh!' replied they, cavalierly
enough, 'our club have always come off
winners.' 'Very well,' replied I; 'such will not
be the case this time.' 'Why?' 'Your club
must lose!' Fancy the sensation produced by
these words! They all gathered round, and a
noise like a Babel broke forth; from which
issued such expressions, from time to time,
in German, as, 'Oh, what insolence! What
presumption! We'll punish him!'
"Before playing, it is necessary to settle the
terms. I at once declared I never played
even, and offered the pawn and two. 'What
is your stake?' was the question. 'Whatever
sum you please,' answered I; 'from a franc
to a hundred louis.' They now said they
never played in the club for money. I
thought to myself, if that be the case, why
ask me what my stake was? But I let that
pass; and the three best players sat down to
play against me. Not only did I insist on their
consulting together, but I further authorized
every member of the club to advise them as
he might think fit. It was agreed we should
play even, in other respects; and as they
obstinately refused odds, I resigned myself
and them to fate.
"The move was drawn for, and gained by
me. I played the king's gambit. They took
and defended the pawn. Feeling a little sore
at what had passed, I thought the less
ceremony was necessary; so on the eleventh
move, I got up, and told them, in an off-hand
way, that it was useless to continue the
game, as I had a forced mate in seven
moves, which I detailed to them. I then
appeared as if about to leave the room,
accompanied by my host, and a friend, a
cavalry colonel in our service; who, being
very fond of chess, had come to take part, as
second, in the duel.
"The members of the club crowded round,
and, changing all at once their tone, asked
me politely to favour them with another trial... the next day left Berlin
for Hamburg. I did not expect much from
them; Berlin is so cold! Besides, for twenty
years, I gave the pawn and two moves to
the first players in Europe, be they whom
they might, when they presented
themselves; and would do so still."
To hear A. Deschapelles narrate his chess
doings, with the real spirit of military
frankness, is one of the pleasures of this world.

The image you see, shows one the middle games between A. Deschapelles vs De Labourdonnais in 1836.

After Nxh6+...gxh6 can you prove how Deschapelles mated black in 4moves?
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EASTER IN A HOLE


All and all the soldier ants I know
Work in unison
Everywhere they go
Marching in one
File be it fast or slow
To gather grain to their hole.

Never pompous to say Hello
To anyone
They come across on their road.

So caring that they haul a fellow
Who gets crashed on the road
Back to the clinic in their hole.

If possible one
Could spend this Easter so
With the ants; I’ll go
And spend it in their hole
For me to know
If corruption exists in their hole also.
HAPPY EASTER CELEBRATION.

Samuel C. Enunwa  20-03-2013.
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THE PARABLES OF MEN


THE PARABLES OF MEN

When men say
I'm pleased to meet you
Or when they say
I love to know more of you
It simply means
I've started hunting you.

When men say
I love your face
Or when they say
I love the way you smile
It simply means
That's where my evil will start.

When men say
I love your eyes
Or when they say
I love to see your iris
It simply means
I'll soon make you cry.

When men say
You look tempting
Or when they say
You look gorgeous in your skirt
It simply means
Baby pulling what you wear won't give me stress.

When men say
I'm here to die for you
Or when they say
I'll never leave your side
It simply means
I'll soon disappoint you.

My dear daughter
These and many more
Are the parables of men
From both the rough and gentlemen
Instead of you to heed them now
You can start giving me frown

And I guess by now
You should know what it means
When they tell you:
"I LOVE YOU."

Samuel C. Enunwa 19-03-2013
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the 2013 samueldpoetry

When men say
I'm pleased to meet you
Or when they say
I love to know more of you
It simply means
I've started hunting you.

When men say
I love your face
Or when they say
I love the way you smile
It simply means
That's where my evil will start.

When men say
I love your eyes
Or when they say
I love to see your iris
It simply means
I'll soon make you cry.

When men say
You look tempting
Or when they say
You look gorgeous in your skirt
It simply means
Baby pulling what you wear won't give me stress.

When men say
I'm here to die for you
Or when they say
I'll never leave your side
It simply means
I'll soon disappoint you.

My dear daughter
These and many more
Are the parables of men
From both the rough and gentlemen
Instead of you to heed them now
You can start giving me frown

And I guess by now
You should know what it means
When they tell you:
"I LOVE YOU."

Samuel C. Enunwa 19-03-2013
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the 2013 samueldpoetry

CELINA L. TURNER (A Reply to IN THE DARK)

CELINA L. TURNER (A Reply to IN THE DARK)

Celina, my maiden with waitin fan

Cease waitin' but choose a change your plan

For waitin' is none but ways of man;

Managin' to cope in hot fryin'pan.


Behold today the best of plan!

Meetin' as many a men as you can

Then shall find your one-in-a-million man.


Samuel C. Enunwa 19-12-2012
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AN ISOLATED MAN

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Fool of plan
Unknown pagan
Advertent castaway
Are the real traits
Of an isolated man.

An isolated man
Uses "I" more than
Anyone can.

For instance
I am a man
No one cares who I am
I think I need a distance
To hide away my mind.

An isolated man
Sees himself more than
Anyone can.

For instance
That market woman
Is mocking my stand
And that pretty maiden
Is giving me frown.

An isolated man
Sees negation
In all ramification.

For instance
I can't gain a banking job
It is not for a dwarf man
I won't gain an entrance
Since I hold a pauper glance.

An isolated man
Enemies himself
Far beyond anyone can.

For instance
He has problems
He hates to discuss
He has worries
He won't disclose

But hides himself within his shell
Just to avoid been asked
And to avoid been mocked
Yet forgetting the living fact
That problem lives with every

Man. A mad man
Is an abnormal man
Who goes up and down
Every now and then
But in short
An isolated man
Is a normal mad man
Who goes alone
Every now and then.

Samuel C. Enunwa 19-03-2013
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2013 samueldpoetry
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AN ISOLATED MAN

Fool of plan
Unknown pagan
Advertent castaway
Are the real traits
Of an isolated man.

An isolated man
Uses "I" more than
Anyone can.

For instance
I am a man
No one cares who I am
I think I need a distance
To hide away my mind.

An isolated man
Sees himself more than
Anyone can.

For instance
That market woman
Is mocking my stand
And that pretty maiden
Is giving me frown.

An isolated man
Sees negation
In all ramification.

For instance
I can't gain a banking job
It is not for a dwarf man
I won't gain an entrance
Since I hold a pauper glance.

An isolated man
Enemies himself
Far beyond anyone can.

For instance
He has problems
He hates to discuss
He has worries
He won't disclose

But hides himself within his shell
Just to avoid been asked
And to avoid been mocked
Yet forgetting the living fact
That problem lives with every

Man. A mad man
Is an abnormal man
Who goes up and down
Every now and then
But in short
An isolated man
Is a normal mad man
Who goes alone
Every now and then.

Samuel C. Enunwa 19-03-2013
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2013 samueldpoetry
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DIOSCOREA ALATA (sijo form)

DIOSCOREA ALATA (sijo form)
I ate four slice before I went to bed
And woke by two to stretch my teeth and took two slice and back to bed;
Angry in my dream for God made me pot-bellied

WHO SAYS OTHER COACHES DO BETTER BENITEZ?

Photo: WHO SAYS OTHER COACHES DO BETTER BENITEZ?

Who says other coaches
Do better Benitez?

Rafael Benitez is a man of magic
He proves human within his practice
Who can be strong or sometimes weak
Rafael Benitez is a coach of coaches

He lives within the bricks
Of humility, maturity and experiences
And placards dont make him freak
As haters dont make him sick

Glories have been his
As well as losses
So success to him is not automatic
Rafael Benitez authenticity
Is seen within who he is
So let no fan or group of coaches
Gratifies a coach over this
Since differ are coaches in look and tactics

Football to Wenger is an economics
Where mangement of little resources
Is necessary for making profits

Football to Mourinho is mathematic
Where four plus two equal to six
And surd can never solve an indices

Football to Benitez is metaphysics
Where theories and myths are mixed
With analyses
As the gimmicks for making magics.

So what do you think?
No matter what you think
I'm here to stick 
To the fact that other coaches
Do not better Benitez.
Samuel C. Enunwa 12-03-2012
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Who says other coaches
Do better Benitez?

Rafael Benitez is a man of magic
... He proves human within his practice
Who can be strong or sometimes weak
Rafael Benitez is a coach of coaches

He lives within the bricks
Of humility, maturity and experiences
And placards dont make him freak
As haters dont make him sick

Glories have been his
As well as losses
So success to him is not automatic
Rafael Benitez authenticity
Is seen within who he is
So let no fan or group of coaches
Gratifies a coach over this
Since differ are coaches in look and tactics

Football to Wenger is an economics
Where mangement of little resources
Is necessary for making profits

Football to Mourinho is mathematic
Where four plus two equal to six
And surd can never solve an indices

Football to Benitez is metaphysics
Where theories and myths are mixed
With analyses
As the gimmicks for making magics.

So what do you think?
No matter what you think
I'm here to stick
To the fact that other coaches
Do not better Benitez.
Samuel C. Enunwa 12-03-2012
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IF YOU'VE BEEN IN IBADAN YOU WON'T DISAGREE

Photo: IF YOU'VE BEEN IN IBADAN YOU WON'T DISAGREE


If you've been in Ibadan you won't disagree
That Ibadan is next to paris.

Excuse thyself from the
Largest city it's been made to be
And do not think of the rusty sheets
That visit thy iris
Or that of thy neice
From Bodija, Beere up to Mapo hills

I want you to see
Ibadan, a peaceful city
Where carelessness is an injustice

Ibadan, a place of peace
only ethnicity is their politics

Believe it, where the culprit
Who chases people down the street
Is been chased by the police
Among the beehives
Of multitudes in peace
Moving through the web of the city

Ibadan, the land immortalities
where tales of bravery
Are breifly
Told by the statues along the streets
Of the city

Ibadan, the ancient land of comedies
Where weeping or wetting of the lashes
At burials or weddings
Is a sure way of making rishes

So Ibadan, will you answer please?
Ibadan, will you answer me?

Which tourist will exhaust thee within three weeks?
And which scientist will modernise thee to modern ediffice?

Ibadan, I marvel always at thy ruggedity
Ibadan, I doff my hat for thy turgidity
For you've been long like the marine spirits
Living peacefully in the sinful soul of a bleaching miss.
Samuel C. Enunwa 09-03-2013
Im 2013 samueldpoetry
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IF YOU'VE BEEN IN IBADAN YOU WON'T DISAGREE


If you've been in Ibadan you won't disagree
That Ibadan is next to paris.

Excuse thyself from the
Largest city it's been made to be
And do not think of the rusty sheets
That visit thy iris
Or that of thy neice
From Bodija, Beere up to Mapo hills

I want you to see
Ibadan, a peaceful city
Where carelessness is an injustice

Ibadan, a place of peace
only ethnicity is their politics

Believe it, where the culprit
Who chases people down the street
Is been chased by the police
Among the beehives
Of multitudes in peace
Moving through the web of the city

Ibadan, the land immortalities
where tales of bravery
Are breifly
Told by the statues along the streets
Of the city

Ibadan, the ancient land of comedies
Where weeping or wetting of the lashes
At burials or weddings
Is a sure way of making rishes

So Ibadan, will you answer please?
Ibadan, will you answer me?

Which tourist will exhaust thee within three weeks?
And which scientist will modernise thee to modern ediffice?

Ibadan, I marvel always at thy ruggedity
Ibadan, I doff my hat for thy turgidity
For you've been long like the marine spirits
Living peacefully in the sinful soul of a bleaching miss.
Samuel C. Enunwa 09-03-2013
Im 2013 samueldpoetry
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THEN I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE

THEN I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE

By samuel enunwa, www.PoetryPoem.com/samueldpoetry442    
If either by luck or sheer
Coincidence you find yourself somewhere
Where people buy new car with no manual

Where crude herbal cures cure malaria
Quicker than modern
anti-malaria

Where otapiapia
Sends insects and rats faster
To heaven than other
Insecticides from our lousy manufaketurers

Where people wait till Easter
Before they substitute their
Incessant feeding of amala
With chicken, fried rice and salad

Where murderers murder
And spend more than hour
To leave a trace there
But no one seems to care

Where minority enjoys jacuzzi and spa
While majority of men waste away at
Night in bamboo bar
As to water the gutter
The street and fences with excretal
As to create a urine atmosphere

Pot belly mafias govern people here and there
And at the federal tier
Men are minister for women affair

If you find yourself there
My friend
You need not be scared
For you're in a third world country.




samuel c enunwa 
http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com

THE GHOST AFFAIR 5 (The Valentine Night)

THE GHOST AFFAIR 5 (The Valentine Night)

By samuel enunwa, www.PoetryPoem.com/samueldpoetry442   

For two ghost to fall in love should
Not be taken for a love cartoon

Since the quest to love is not alone for mortal souls who
Sleep at night to hide away from shining moon

So I promise you my boo:

Until brides begin to pay dowries for their bridegroom
And window size for rest rooms begin to share the same size with living room

My boo,
I'll live a ghost to be your fool

Until libraries cease to be where people visit to read book
And Nigerian mommies cease to pick their beans before they cook

My lady, I'll live a ghost to be your fool.

14-02-2013  Samuel C. Enunwa
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62 THINGS I HATE ABOUT BUCATERIA

Photo: 62 THINGS I HATE ABOUT BUCATERIA

I hate it
When the food seller who is ten times
Bigger than a bag of beans
Does nothing than order people every
Nook and cranny;
They love sedentary and see
Pride in fatness, I so much hate it.

I hate it
When an ugly
Server in tired looking
Substandard micro mini jeans
And sleeveless comes
With unnecessary
Pride and fallen breast to serve my meal
As if I would say,
"Please, marry me."
I hate it
Even though I'm still in the quest to marry.

It shocks my iris
When a long thread of a maiden
Hair is found in my meal
Not to mention things
Like roaches, soldier ants or tsetse fly
Is found in my rice.
Oh gosh! I always wish to vomit.

It pisses me
When the seller coughs or catarrhs
And wipes her nostrils
With the passage of her fist
Before selling my meal for me.
Even though it's not her fault
It pisses me off.

I'm as well filled with displease
When a bucateria sells me
A porridge beans
Or burnt plantain over my rice and beans
Or a tough meat
With concorted okra to go with my wheat.
Can you imagine how displeasing?

And it saddens my heart
When some bunch of thieves
Called the food sellers committee
Comes to exploit my
Seller in the morning very early
To pay some dues and committee fees.
Bunch of thieves,
Why can't they go to Mr. Biggs?
...to be continued
19-02-2013. Samuel C. Enunwa
http://goo.gl/p2HQM
I'm 2013 Samueldpoetry.


I hate it

When the food seller who is ten times
Bigger than a bag of beans
Does nothing than order people every
Nook and cranny;
They love sedentary and see
Pride in fatness, I so much hate it.

I hate it
When an ugly
Server in tired looking
Substandard micro mini jeans
And sleeveless comes
With unnecessary
Pride and fallen breast to serve my meal
As if I would say,
"Please, marry me."
I hate it
Even though I'm still in the quest to marry.

It shocks my iris
When a long thread of a maiden
Hair is found in my meal
Not to mention things
Like roaches, soldier ants or tsetse fly
Is found in my rice.
Oh gosh! I always wish to vomit.

It pisses me
When the seller coughs or catarrhs
And wipes her nostrils
With the passage of her fist
Before selling my meal for me.
Even though it's not her fault
It pisses me off.

I'm as well filled with displease
When a bucateria sells me
A porridge beans
Or burnt plantain over my rice and beans
Or a tough meat
With concorted okra to go with my wheat.
Can you imagine how displeasing?

And it saddens my heart
When some bunch of thieves
Called themselves the food sellers committee
Comes to exploit my
Seller in the morning very early
To pay some dues and committee fees.
Bunch of thieves,
Why can't they go to Mr. Biggs?
...to be continued
19-02-2013. Samuel C. Enunwa
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I'm 2013 Samueldpoetry.

IT'S LIKE ARMAGEDDON





Photo: IT'S LIKE ARMAGEDDON
Gloomy thoughts connived with sweeping broom
And sunlight clashed wi' thunderstorm
Rumbling so loud for everyone.

The pasto' repented his drinking rum
And wombs regroomed for babies to come.

I locked my eyes and saw it formed
Life occurrence beat her drum
Of elergy for Olurombi to mourn her son
The son the sea goddess took after he was born.

All took place in the cloudy room
Of my heart this afternoon
Realising how my fate has turned.

Ah! God, please, bind this doom
Confussion's causing me dragon burn
Where my eyes I cast the roads are gone.

And somehow in dark in forceful permutation
I'm bleeding below I can see them come
Oozing like someone with bleedin' gum.

For in dark my tereus kingdom
Philomelised my youthful ambition
And twist my fate and took my tongue
To nightingale I'm left with song
The song of woe on whom I've become.
20-02-2013 Samuel C. Enunwa
http://goo.gl/PgIbn
I'm 2013 samueldpoetry
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Gloomy thoughts connived with sweeping broom
And sunlight clashed wi' thunderstorm
Rumbling so loud for everyone.

The pasto' repented his drinking rum

And wombs regroomed for babies to come.

I locked my eyes and saw it formed
Life occurrence beat her drum
Of elergy for Olurombi to mourn her son
The son the sea goddess took after he was born.

All took place in the cloudy room
Of my heart this afternoon
Realising how my fate has turned.

Ah! God, please, bind this doom
Confussion's causing me dragon burn
Where my eyes I cast the roads are gone.

And somehow in dark in forceful permutation
I'm bleeding below I can see them come
Oozing like someone with bleedin' gum.

For in dark my tereus kingdom
Philomelised my youthful ambition
And twist my fate and took my tongue
To nightingale I'm left with song
The song of woe on whom I've become.
20-02-2013 Samuel C. Enunwa
http://goo.gl/PgIbn
I'm 2013 samueldpoetry
Image from http://metalfromfinland.com/
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 NOTE: Tereus (Ancient Greek: Τηρεύς) was a Thracian king,[1][2] the son of Ares and husband of Procne. Procne and Tereus had a son, Itys.
Tereus desired his wife's sister, Philomela. He forced himself upon her, then cut her tongue out and held her captive so she could never tell anyone. He told his wife that her sister had died. Philomela wove letters in a tapestry depicting Tereus's crime and sent it secretly to Procne. In revenge, Procne killed her and Tereus' son Itys and served his flesh in a meal to his father Tereus. When Tereus learned what she had done, he tried to kill the sisters but all three were changed by the Olympian Gods into birds: Tereus became a hoopoe; Philomela became the nightingale whose song is a song of mourning for the loss of innocence; Procne became the swallow. SOURCE:www.en.wikipedia.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………