Novak Djokovic And Nike

Eight Golden Rules for How to Play Your Best Tennis

djokovic naijapoets
A smartertennis image

To hit hard like Djokovic
and Rafael Nadal won't pick it
you must be physically fit

Your handband must be Nike
Your headband must be Nike
Your sneakers must be Nike
Your playing jersey
Nike must mark it
so your games will flow easy.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(Tennis creates everlasting life)

If You Do Not Like Poetry

footsteps naijapoets

Thank you mymorningmeditations for the image above

You've taken the footsteps of your forefathers,
I give you kudos for that.

You've taken the footsteps
of your forefathers,
your forefathers
never saw a poem and not appreciated:
they knew poets
are born and not made,
they knew amateurs exit not
in the land of poetry
every work of poetry is an inspiration
from above, they loved poetry,
they cited poetry offhand
including that of Blake
William Shakespeare
beawouf was their song of rest
they wooed their girls
with flowing sonnets,
they knew poetry was
to dine; poets are the vessels
pouring out_
then what kin will you be
if you do not like poetry?
what will your forefathers speak of thee,
if messages
they send thee
through poetry
you do not always reply to it?

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(poetry has given Leo wings)

You Love Me And I Love You Too

romeo and juliet naijapoets

Image is from: Wikipedia's Romeo and Juliet

You love me and I love you
and this poem is the prove

So let's dance in public
like King David did
in the Bible

And let's dance in public
for old couples to see our dancing steps
and rediscover their lost love

And let's dance in public
for jealous ones to call us fools
believing our courtship will later crumble

The bottom-line is
You Love Me And I Love You Too.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(this love is unbreakable)

Nigerian Presidential Election Rage

Jonathan Buhari naijapoets
nigeriancurrentowns the image above

If internet was nigerian house of representative
and masses of my country
were members of the house

I would have witnessed the throwing of chairs
once again

I laughed all my ribs could contain
watching nigerians throw stones
of abuses
and counter-abuses
turning Facebook
and Twitter
and g+
to missile
for political war
on who deserves the Aso Rock

But why?
Why must nigerians place concerns
on Jonathan and Buhari
(our two presidential aspirant clowns)
with nothing good than code of embezzlement
to crack the remnant of nigerian safe.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(my hope

A Thoroughly Rugged Poet

naijapoets thug of war

Image credit: merlinsparty site

Please, pay no particular attention to this pun
this pun poem on
what works for me well might not work for you well
that's why many well-known eyes can't deny
I'm tough like thug of war and thoroughly rugged
I don't disturb the doctors
I medicate myself
with two felvin
two flagil
two penicillin
two chloroquine
and look me closely; I don't dare fear overdosing
I'm rugged
I don't pick my phone to phone the police
when some dumb circumstances are scaring me
chasing me down all around
wait, this' not a brainwash or thing I trained
or nurtured for
I'm tough and thoroughly rugged so
undisputable, I'm full of confusing disbelieves
believe me
those with no minds of their own
will believe an elephant can't hide behind a shrub
see deep!
look deeply!
search deep into your mind's eyes for
life's full of lenghty misteries like leaves on trees levitating.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the prove of leo with wings)

The Skeleton I'm Hiding

naijapoets and Wikipedia skeleton

Half good, half bad being
will only make heaven

Cease inquiring why my skeleton is intact;
bother not the skeleton in my closet
I cherish hiding
It's my skeleton, the treasure I can't keep in
The Bank of Swiss

I am just as people say
I am saint as people see
I am living in loaf of chastity of atrocities
I can see you applaud behind me
through the sea of contempt
I am cruising your yatch of praises
like Wayne Huizenga
cliffhanger will one day fall
don't be surprised
bread and butter can goad to
obscene absurdity
my life is a tale by moonlight;
enjoy it when you wish,
heed the lessons,
make it a myth
and plant maize on me

I hope the squirrels
won't dig my skeleton out
but let it decay to grow your maize
and make you amazing.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(my skeleton is within my poetry)

Tortoise In Exile: 15 Important Questions To Ask

Tortoise in Exile (Heinemann Frontline) is a story that gives any adult reading it for the first time, the feel of his or her childhood when folktales were truly enjoyed. It's also a story that makes young people have the taste of folktale but in a contemporarily refined way.

Chio Enwonwu (the author) was so clever to remember the kids with such style of writing in this era where folklores and folktales are moving to extinction. Through proper imaginative thinking, he made tortoise and his wife the hero of the story compared to most folktales where tortoise is always the bad man.

This post is not focussing on the content or context of the book: Tortoise In Exile (anyone who care to know about those can just search the book and read) but the post is on few questions a parent or teacher can ask kid(s) who claims to have read the story properly.

Below are 15 important questions to ask anyone who claims to have properly read Tortoise in Exile (Heinemann Frontline)

1) What is another word for 'despair'?

2) _______ is the animal that hooted

3) Why did tortoise go back to his village at night?

4) What do you understand by the following words: (I) nap (ii) invention (iii) despair

5) Owls are known to ______ at night

6) Why was the fox killed?

7) How many days did tortoise and Anum spend in making plans?

8) What happened to tortoise when he carried overload?

9) Describe Anum in one word

10) How many animals did tortoise meet on the way to his village?

11) What is the meaning of the word "offspring" and who first mentioned it in the story?

12) Why did tortoise and Anum have a miserable night on their first night in exile?

13) Tortoise was sent to an exile for what reason?

14) Nza was the _______ while Mbe was the _______

15) Who commanded that the fox should be buried?

    Dancing Crane

    crane bird

    With legs good for dancing
    let me fill you in
    I have legs of crane
    dancing gracefully to sweet melodies
    of sweet Nightingales

    When I dance for ladies
    they laugh their heart out and
    I pick it up at once and
    give it back to them on my knees.

    Maybe I should quit dancing.

    Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
    (flying high not by might)


    How Important Is Sex Education?

    rantdating in naijapoets

    IMAGE CREDIT: rantdating site

    How important is sex education?
    when sex educators award no certificate for it
    souls lacking sex education are no sex illiterates

    Oh, sweet sexing!
    As ancient as creation
    sex is a fashion that never goes out-of-date

    Lock two fools in a cage
    in two weeks they'll procreate
    sex is for both fool and sage
    the worst moron on earth
    can make a lady wet
    and moaning in sweat

    For sex is a lecture given by God
    to all living things before their births
    that is why
    you check through the gapes in your home
    wall-geckos are doing it;
    you open your window
    the goats are doing it;
    you cast your eyes on the electric pole
    the birds are doing it

    I keep wondering why some stupid fellows
    are still claiming to be pro.

    Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
    (this flight is not by might)


    The Shepherd

    david o'neil in naijapoets
    IMAGE CREDIT:1st-art-gallery site

    On a dark hillside
    A lone shepherd,
    Wrapped in his blanket,
    Hugged his knees,
    Dreamed into the night,
    A wisp of crescent moon,

    A sky full of stars,
    In his thought,
    He was asking,
    'Does my small fire
    Shine up to the stars?'

    Adapted from a poem by David O'Neal


      The Ghost Affair 15 (The Parody Of Madonna Rhyming)

      In this Ghost town

      You and I

      walking down the hotel street

      like the Fifth Harmony

      in proximity

      just hold me tight Sugar Mommy

      tightly tightening my arms to thee

      and tighter we shall be

      strolling our reflections are in this darkness

      promiscuous bloodstream of us is

      strongly into this

      like Unapologetic Bitch

      Only Time can nullify this take button down

      as the sole key to Living For Love

      so hold me tightly Sugar Mommy

      experimenting my Body Rock

      while climbing through thy waterfall.

      Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
      (flying high, not by might)

      Rap Intended


      I write things

      that make people offended

      and my poems

      are sweet, so rap intended

      and people follow

      everything I've said

      I carry Christ and cross

      above my head

      even if you shoot me

      I can't be dead

      Ain't mean you should try it

      don't go ahead

      if truly you love me

      come to my bed

      why should I beg ladies

      to turn naked?

      When my own lady'll

      love me till the end

      except I'm tired and

      dump her instead

      I'll never dump her

      she's my daily bread.

      Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
      (to fly is not by might)


        My Heart Breaks (written by Lady Brumby)


        Somewhere in the world
        A child is about to wake
        Only to die of hunger
        My heart breaks

        In the middle of a city
        A lone dark figure shakes
        No place to call their home
        My heart breaks

        A feline & her kittens
        Starving in some crates
        Abandoned by a monster
        My heart breaks

        A funeral's in procession
        I see the loved ones' face
        Memories fill my conscience
        My heart breaks

        By Lady Brumby

          Ted Mosby Created Rhymes With Girlfriends' Name

          ted mosby in naijapoets

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            When Will I Retire Poetry?


            Some fishes asked me when will I retire.

            Poetry's an act of making martyr;

            Retirement will never be my attire

            I will never wear it anywhere

            Even when I'm old using staff as spare

            I'll write on walls I see everywhere

            Even when I'm old seeing only with left eye

            Such predicament will be a theme to inspire

            Even when I'm old sitting only by the fire

            I'll make old age a theme to inspire

            And fire higher and never retire

            And help me tell all the human quagmire

            My inspiration is burning a camp fire

            Burning so wild going haywire

            Like two naked intersected wire

            My inspiration is sparking and kindling it's fire

            Take a look at my inspiration is everywhere

            when I cough, it is there

            When I sneeze, it is there

            When I cry, it is there

            When I laugh, it is there

            When I walk, it is there

            When I stand, it is there

            When I rage at things that make me angry

            It is there

            When I hunger for things that make me happy

            It is there

            I can't murder the inspiration I've acquired

            In my medulla oblongata

            My ejaculanta

            In my hairs;

            Inspiration is everywhere.

            Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
            (soaring highly, not by might)

              Dear Poets Their Story Can't Be Correct

              theidealmuslimah and naijapoets
              We picked the image above from theidealmuslimah,com endeavor to see what's happening there.

              Backbiters don't know where you're coming from
              they don't know where you're going to;
              no matter what they say about you,
              Dear Poets,
              their stories can never be correct.

              Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
              (flying high, beyond the sky)

                Katy Didden's Believe On Inspirations And Poem

                I am Katy Didden
                author of The Glacier's Wake

                I do believe in inspiration,
                in genius and
                all of that

                I think there are some people whose inner constitutions
                so suited to poetry
                they can rattle off poems more easily than most_
                note them.

                Thoughts move through their brains like
                notes through flutes
                usually not how it works for me

                My thoughts are more like bewildered mice
                in mazes
                yet, all hard-working poets
                can have fits of inspirations and
                stretches of genius.

                Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
                (high in the sky, not by might)

                NOTE: The source of this parody is howapoemhappens website where Katy Didden's opinion about poetic inspiration was written.

                There Are So Many Things Still Hard To Understand On Earth

                peyton sawyer in naijapoets
                This image is from sidereel website

                There are so many things still hard to understand on earth

                Things like why cock crow
                when turkeys do not

                Why eagles fly
                when kiwis do not

                Why some men are blind
                or physically impaired
                when others do not

                Why monkeys like banana
                far more than men do

                Why deserts go so barren
                far more than swamps do

                Why earth waste time rotating
                when eyes cannot see it doing it

                And why should night be falling
                when the poor cannot spread their bowls outside
                and use it to bathe in the morning
                the same way
                they do to rainfall

                And why should ice-blocked rain
                suddenly begin rainning
                when people have no prove
                of refrigerator hiding somewhere in heaven

                And why
                and I just don’t know
                why the dark hood
                should be quoting the Bible

                And why people should believe
                angels must wear white
                and must have wings
                and must be beautiful
                like Peyton Sawyer of One Three Hill

                And I still don’t know why
                few prayers answered
                are not of those praying relentlessly
                on mountains. hills
                and rocky forests everyday.

                Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
                (Flying high, not by might)

                “What you know, you know; what you don’t know, you don’t know.”
                Quote from poetry blog

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                        (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.

                   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.

                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 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.

                          (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.

                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

                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 …

                      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, 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………