Sijo Poem


Korean poetic
written in memory of
Bruce Lee by his fan.



A goat is a domestic animal
and beating it receives a lot in time
beat it_ it will cry down to the town
in a twinkle, twinkle of an eye
it is back
to the scene
of the crime.
I compare it
to an arrogant wife.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Ken Saro Wiwa Inspired Parody


I realised,
the suffering of imprisonment
does equate
the suffering of poverty I see
when Ken Saro Wiwa said:

"It is not the leaking roof
Nor the singing mosquitoes
In the damp, wretched cell
It is not the clank of the key
As the warden locks you in..."

In my head
I became less scared of prison
to donate
memorialised verse as this in memory of
Ken Saro Wiwa the warrior of Ogoni

For the truth
emitted he, till this day,
no callous
and calumnious allegations
have erased it; inspite of

"The moral decrepitude
The mental ineptitude
The meat of dictators
Cowardice masking as obedience
Lurking in our denigrated souls"

But let no one chase me up and down with guns
for instabilities of this world
have already stabbed my belly more than one thousand times yet

"Dear friend, turns our free world
Into a dreary prison".

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry.

This poem is inspired by a poem written by Ken Saro Wiwa (10-10-1941 - 10-11-1995) titled: The True Prison.

How To Cure Envy

Hello! My friend.
Do not let it get to you
for what people are, is what they see.

Sweet people will call you sweet.

Bad people will call you bad.

Selfish people will call you greedy.

Foolish people will call you fool.

Jealous people will call you envy.

Righteous people will call you good.

And those people familiar with you
will soon call you whore.

And those people hungry for you
will soon call you bore.

But me, samueldpoetry
will always call you the poetry
the Lord has written

Just ignore them
and strive to live your life
the best you can.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings so caring)

Chris Abani


Naija blood
fuels his heart machine...

At home at shore of the Britons,
wherever he harbors

And I myself and me have
been versing and rhyming
since 1993

I wished I could live without parodies
yet, the tale of him will let me not
until I detonate the bombshell of this poem
for internet to be at peace

Chris Abani is
huge and hands...
mistake him not to
Notorious B.I.G

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Sonnet 53 (in memory of William Shakespeare)


What is your substance, whereof are you made
That million of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one, hath every one, one shade,
And you but one, can every shadow lend:
Describe Adonis and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set
And you in Grecian tire are painted new:
Speak of the spring and foison of the year
The one doth shadow of your beauty show
The other as your bounty doth appear
And yew in every blessed shape we know
In external grace you have some parts
But you like none none you for constant heart.

A poem written by William Shakespeare, an English playwright and poet of the late sixteenth and early seventeenth centuries.

Tanka Poem

a genre of japanese poetry
ranking fifth
in japanese literature.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Meeting A Lady In Ibadan City On Sunday

You're beautiful
"my friend zaid it"

You're coming from where?
"Parry, of course"

You seem Christian
"ferry suo"

Why ignore church today?
"my shorsh is not near here"

Wish we go party in my home
"chew it"
it will be fun

My home now
we eating holy communion
plus more...

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Where Have All The Old Cartoons Gone?


Where have all the old cartoon shows gone (Written By ILuvStefano99).

sometimes, when i'm alone.

i sit quietly in a room, with nothing on.

door closed, just me and my thoughts,

i start to wonder about something,

i start wondering,
where have all the old cartoon shows gone.

sometimes i wonder if cartoon characters
have their own little town.

everyone, heroes and villians live there in
peace and harmony.

Sometimes i wonder if my favorite cartoon character.

Maximillion Pegasus (yu-gi-oh) lives there too.

NOTE: the source for this poem is It was a poem written by ILuvStefano99


DINE WITH DEATH (a poem witten by Prince Adewale Oreshade)

The day the
Home is famished
May I not be at home

The day the
Road is famished
May I be at home

The day the
Earth is famished
May I be in clouds

The day the
Cloud is famished
May I be at home

Even if I were at home
When haunted home
Gets famished

If I were on road
The day rash road
Gets famished

If I were on shaky
Earth the day shaky
Earth gets famished

If I were in clouds
The day crying clouds
Get so famished

My blood shall not be
Spilt for I have dined
Death when no man did

I do not fear the
Hunger of death since
Death had dined with me

The child that cleans
Well his hands surely
Will dine with the elders

Oya has cleaned my hands
Well with its waters
And I have dined

With death at the
Crossroads filled with
Palm oil, coins and eggs

Palm oil: so that I
Shine all my long happy
life with success in me

Coins: so that my
Pockets shall cry
Of only riches

Eggs: so that my
Life shall give lives
So white and shelled

I do not fear the
Hunger of death since
Death had dined with me

He shall do me no harm
For our oily hands
Have washed themselves

Even if death roars
The sea and the
Ship pours

I know I
Shall not die
For I have dined

Prince Adewale Oreshade wrote this poem. He's one of the most promising upcoming contemporary poets in Nigeria. His creative style is always superb. Search him on

How Good Is Your Haiku


Basho Matsuo

Here are three examples of the haiku of Basho Matsuo, the first great poet of haiku in the 1600s:

An old silent pond...

A frog jumps into the pond,

splash! Silence again.


Autumn moonlight—

a worm digs silently

into the chestnut.


Lightning flash—

what I thought were faces

are plumes of pampas grass.

You Girl Of Sixteen

You girl of sixteen

You sit beside me in this taxi

I'm handsome, giving you goosebumps

Hmm, I pity you

Too much of Holly... Nolly... Bollywood;

Look at what they've done to you 

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Hot Nigerian Ghetto

Where you moved into
but couldn’t sleep
couldn’t breath
and your door,
cars couldn’t get to
is called a ghetto.

Where valid stream
or flowing river is being defiled with
faeces and dirty dumps
and filthy cows are continuously mooing next door
and toilet water faeces are gushing crude behind windows
is called a ghetto.

So, tell me your definition isn’t so,
then I’ll tell you
“you live in a hot ghetto.”

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry


In Love Is What I Am

If I were to be William Blake
I would have baked you
A poetic cake

If I were to be William Shakespeare
I would have written you
A sonnet
That will sustain this love
All through this lack

Emotionally rich and soft I am
Like Bill Gate of Microsoft
Because in love is what I am.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Two Lazy Men Under The Tree

Two lazy men were sitting under the tree:
they were enjoying it.
After all,
the sun is resting.
In a twinkle of an eye
they saw the sun coming.
In a blink of an eye
they saw the sun coming.
And just like that
they saw the sun running closer to them.
Closer to them,
scourging their legs
whipping their heads like animals
they shifted
the sun met them there
they shifted
the sun met them there
they shifted
the sun left them there and went away;
Then they realised, the sun was working.
Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

To Be Wise In Dealing With It


I know life can be sometimes

to worry about it
you might take your own life

to take it lightly
you might overcome it

to frustrate life back
you might take someone else's life
or shed so many blood
or destroy things
and people will tag you terrorist;

be wise in dealing with it.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry



Oluwatobi, titobi re o lafiwe
We sing praises to the Lord
We bow before Him
Oluwatobi, titobi re o lafiwe
We sing praises to the Lord
Oluwatobi, titobi re o lafijo.

Written by CAC Choir of Oke-Ife in UI.


Cheap Way To Cure Migraine


Eat blatterdock if fresh and plain
But eat the ones with petasin
And watch what enters your intestine
Could be anything I can't define
Having sit-ups up to thirty nine
Will stretch your neck, back and spine
Rich magnesium is rich norepinephrine
Poor norepinephrine will make stress begin
So take magnesium for rich norepinephrine
Then stay in the dark with no lighting
And thinking of poems with sweet rhyming
Like ticking and tocking goes the timing
Since white is snow what of liming
And all the squirrels do go climbing
Show me the man who hates rhyming
And I'll show you the man who loves lying
Surprisingly in no timing
In no timing this shall cure your migraine
Have I ascertained again and again
Mitochrondial boost is good for the brain
So buying CoQ10 can cure your migraine
Please, doubting Thomas with doubting brain
Go visit a specialist in your domain.
Samuel C. Enunwa 21-10-2012.

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He who holds what can benefit but decides to bury it is not less than a heartless murderer. What works for Mr. P might not
work for Mr. Q. So we hold no responsibility for any harm because this poem is just an
eye opener or a little way to help your situation.

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Life Is So Unbelievable

Some have food but cannot eat
Some can eat but have no food
Some have food and they can eat 

Life is so unbelievable

That is why many straight eyes
Selfishly think straight
But today I divert my visage

I pick my dictionary
And I see homos

Homo media
And homo human beings

I realise
Some are born 

And some are made
And some are nurtured to live homoly

If truly
You are born to be...
You're a friend of me
Shake my hands
I am straight 

I can't discriminate
And you have your life to live
Keep homonising
But hurt no one

If truly you
You are made to be...
You were born not homoly

Can change your ways
Break the shackles

In your life
Take the bulls by the horn
Opposite sex is sweet
And interesting;

For if boys fall in love with girls
And if girls fall in love with boys
Within it there is joy.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
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Why Did You Cut Our Tree?

the street I grew
was full of trees which
we used to play with worms
while mom hatch kolanuts out
its puds so painted green under
the kolanut tree easily with
knife. We used to lick
tangerine under its
tree and swing
guava tree
and did
play so
on or
trees in
our street
I revisited it last week
but O! Our beautiful tree-street
has so suddenly been detreed.
Samuel C. Enunwa; samueldpoetry

You've Divorced (part 1)

Divorce in Africa’s
like daybreaks
night comes;
so common these days

Men gain from it
women soon cope with it
knowingly unknowingly
the kids suffer the beat
a “bomfo” parenting
scavengers, robbery kids
I can bet it
they’re the ones on the street

But in the days of yore
when eyes could not see beyond the next door,
divorcing was a great abomination.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Poetic Justice


To give a heart full of love
is to give a poetic justice

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

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The Magic Words


I shut my eyes
I open it
oh guess who I see!
Is you
and it’s you I realise
will be the NIKKITA to kill my lonliness

You should be the ocean in my sky

You should be the sky in my sea

Let me SMS thee
Or PING thee with my Blackberry
For us to begin to build the feeling
That will make us to forever be

You have a sweet smile
so sweet like tangerine
and always I wanna see you smile for me,
oh please, my darling.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry


When I Met Belinda On Badoo

When I met Belinda on Badoo
she was still in her eighteen
while me was still twenty six
always calling
sweetly chatting
passion building
playing playing turning seriously
we must meet
we should meet
our first meeting
I was sitting talking sweetly
baby was seriously crying
she began breastfeeding the baby;
Belinda was a teenage mommy.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

In Quest For Peace

In quest for peace,
yes, murder begins initiation
statues do not gamble
oozings must be tabled
garnishing the cake of worship
not sheep… missing souls,
o yes! obscene orgies
surging to altarly climax and come
Ah! Light has come now
clasping a dagger now
chasing brutally up and down now
please, sit down and listen
and listen to the sound,
the footsteps of the furious entity
helter-skelterly chased not
by the deeds of his hands
but the nemesis his sins deserve
in all deceit has given
while in quest for peace.
Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Reared, Fed, Nurtured And Educated


Father has tried his best.

Mother has played her part.

I must hustle now myself
and play my part
in doing the work of him that sent me
in this room and parlor appartment;
though not certain I’m doing the right thing
poetically electronic.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Rhetorical Question
What is dance with no waist?
What is smile with no lips?
What is me human being with no existing
you my lady?
O! What is life with no lovin’
heart of yours, my darlin’?
Samuel C Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Open Grenade


In silence
I licence
my presence
in absence
of stress
to make sense
in power to break fence
of defences
of hearts and lens

What am I saying in essence?
I've let poetry make my presence
make sense.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Gangster Words


An image with
gangster wording

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Private Time (written by Amera)



The potty is the place to be
To read the news from ‘cross the sea
I think I like the pictures most
A plane crashed off the Iv'ry Coast

When you grow-up you’ll be like me
The potty is the place to be
I check the paper everyday
And try to aim so I don’t spray

Sometimes an odor I emit
It happens when I read this sh*t
The potty is the place to be
I concentrate and that’s the key

It seems I leak from every hole
When I sit on the toilet bowl
The paper makes me laugh and pee
The potty is the place to be

Author Notes
Picture from: Cute Babys.
The poem is written by Amera

Eminem; The Surest!


I like the songs of this guy and follow him on twitter.
As a fan on youtube; I always watch him on tv.
One of my favorite is below:

-------CRIMINAL by Eminem---------
A lot of people ask me.. stupid fucking questions
A lot of people think that.. what I say on records
or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life
or that I believe in it
Or if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that..
I'm actually gonna do it
or that I believe in it
Well, shit.. if you believe that
then I'll kill you
You know why?
Cause I'm a


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What Is Hypocrisy?


It is wearing a robe of injustice to
your place of worship to
pay your dues.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Orchid Of Love (by McNathan G. Danjuma)

Within you, I've found the perfect friend
Someone who I know will be there till the end
And they're not just thoughts I hope will fulfill
But thoughts that will stand forever still
Still as the wind on a hot summer's day
Still as your friendship I'll never betray
Still as the characters in a photograph
Still as your breathless, silent laugh
Within you, I've found the perfect friend
A mind that I can comprehend
A person I see is so much like me
A mutual relationship so carefree
Carefree as a child who questions the world
Carefree as a scream that goes unheard
Carefree as an adult blessed with a dream
Carefree as water flowing downstream
Within you, I've found the perfect friend
With whom I can be real, and never pretend
You've always been someone unique from the rest
You hold a piece of me no other can possess
Within you is reason to live every moment in time
Within you the life I want is always mine
Within you, I have the perfect friend
With you, I see myself till the very end.

This is written by McNathan G. Danjuma. You can be his friend on facebook

Reared, Fed, Nurtured And Educated



Father has tried his best.

Mother has played her part.

I must hustle now myself
and play my part
in doing the work of him that sent me
in this room and parlor appartment;
though not certain I'm doing the right thing
poetically electronic.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Life Is A Picnic


Adult and teen
have no cause to be lean or thin.
Pour the whole tin of custard
be stirring it is thickening
my brother is picking beans
in the kitchen,
the kitchen is aromanizing boiling chicken.
Be not mistaken
I can't lose my eating appetite now

For within the white plate
mother is serving my meal
The manufacturer printed:

"Life is a picnic; so keep eating"

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

Road To Pedition


More than entertainment...
like revelation,
movies remain to me.

What else can remind me
of instabilities of this world?
If not this beautiful movie:
Road To Pedition.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

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·         New Airtel Receive Free Call

        (The Long Awaited)

    Samuel C. Enunwa

Author’s note………………….
My wealthy neighbour………...
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………………..
Ode to the poet’s curtain……..
Halle Bery…………………….
They’re searching through Google…..
                         To thee, lovers of poetry
                       effort and ability
       I dedicate this to thee willingly.

       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 Thank you and keep up the good work. May the good Lord reward you all, Amen. Finally, to all my friends @,,,, etc. thank you all for your love.
           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 @, 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.

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.

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.

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 …

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 couples
Soon get into trouble
Offer each other battle
Live so unstable
And uncomfortable
And regret being couple
When the …

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.

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 …


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.

          (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
  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.

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.

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

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
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
Devilfinder, Ask, and Yahoo
To hear …

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, 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………