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
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good work. May the good Lord reward you all, Amen. Finally, to all my friends @
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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
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………
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