Common Poetry Questions And Answers

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1.) The genre of literature that focuses more on the use of lines and verses is called POETRY.

2.) When a poet intentionally omits word(s) in a poem, it is called ELLIPSIS

3.) The way or manner a poet has decided to put across his message is called STYLE

4.) A poem of sorr

In The Year 100BC

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In the year 100B.C.
jealousy was born

Only a fool will ask
"Is jealousy a disease?"

Eh! Man suffering it
go take tetracycline
and take it overdose

Jealousy's trekking down your street

The man

Rusty Skeletons

Confess your sicknesses
Let us diagnose thee
Confess! Say it now
Saying it is half diagnosis
For free, in case you do not notice.

Rusty skeletons!
Rusty skeletons covering themselves
With good looking skins
To sit and make

Ikemezue Ononye Wrote A Poem Titled Birds

Ikemezue Ononye Wrote A Poem Titled Birds

Birds are pleasant creatures with colourful
bodies and a beautiful voices.
Birds come in different sizes;
some are little while some are big.
Soaring at the highest point of earth
and singing like every little song
is in their little throat.

Birds, some are very friendly while some are scary,
birds are


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Are you not the same boy
who swings on guava tree?

Are you not the same boy
who swims the shallow stream?

Are you not the same boy
who rolls a tubeless tyre down the street?

Or the same boy
who loves to wrestle with friends,
playing hide and seek in dilapidated bakery,
singing loudly,
gambling with money on PlayStation2…
Are you not the same boy?

O Jesus! Reprimand le diable!
For Felix is still a boy of age 10

Everyone calls him Jumong
for acting Jumong

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is your destiny
fully in your hands?

Your destiny's
40% in your hands
60% in the hands of the creator

The creator of lily and rose
the rose is of better scent than the lily;

Without Meeting Challenges

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Lovers of poetry
With thy heart of patience
I have a message for thee

Oh! Shall I begin by saying?

I shall begin by saying that
Twisting of waist
Or shaking of heads
Or stamping of feet
Or clapping of hands
Lead to dancing

Foolish ambitions lead to merrygorounding

Awkward laughters lead to insanity

Who will ask for the king

Bird Channels

bird channel

Acoustic Poem For Nigeria


Nigeria, the black bleaching queen!

I heard you speak many languages

Graceous queen, how's the journey

Ever since the orthopedists at Privatization clinic

Reconstructed your muscles and bones?

I heard you still miss NEPA, NITEL

And other good bones taken from thee.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the magical Leo with wings soaring)

Acoustic Poem For Literature

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Lieutenant commander
In charge of
The battalion
Embarking on the mission to
Rescue souls
Agonizing in great danger and
Torments of circumstances
Until they'll finally
Regain their lost
Enjoyments and peace.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

THE Lord Is Your Hepherd

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The Lord is your shepherd
towards these greatness
of you poet
give me your handy shake
deserve you not these?

You do deserve these

You do determine great

And greatness follow thee
like foolish camels
trusting the nomads
wandering the

Work Can Cure A Waif

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If Love Is Breathing Fire

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If love is a distilled water
who will drink it?
I will.

If love is a caked poison frog
who will eat it?
I will.

I will swim through the sea
I will crawl through the hole
I will furnace through

Black And White Domain

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Black and white domain
The entrance is white
As white as the heaven's gate
The roof is roofless
The bright of light
Placed image of me in darkness
Trudging, crawling
Towards nudity bound in

Acoustic Poem For Ibadan

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Ìbíkúnlé, let me speak of your city
Blessed with celebrities and bushes
Àjàyí, the great warrior of Ibadan
Did you know Ajimobi retained his seat?
Are we to pray that 2nd term solves the
Nebules of his reign in your land?

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings soaring high)

Mick Delap Wrote The Plights Of Nigerian Poetry


Even when we cry with our eyes full of tears, we can still see things.

The scripture says: my people perish because they lack knowledge. If such is the plight of Nigerian poets, it would have been better but Nigerian poets have the needed knowledge and they know the truth but refuse to let it set them free.

Nigeria is one among the developing nations of the world. A fact none can dispute but why should such affect the right recognition of Nigerian contemporary literature? Why should such affect the status of Nigerian contemporary poetry amidst the world poetry?

UK poets are well recognized (both classic


this what the yorubas call you

I can't dispute your name

Each night your skin glitters
we call it the stars

Each time you urinate
we call it the rain

And anytime you stick out your shoulder
from heaven
we make mistake and call it the moon

the king of these nine bubbles round the sun

The king larger than the

I Am At Peace

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11 Mistakes About chess

A mistake it is
to deprive your kids the learning
of chess

A mistake it is
to reject the precious gift
of a wrapped chess set

A mistake it is
to quit the game of chess
for you play it in your dreams

A mistake it is
to believe the game of chess
the worship

Samueldpoetry Says Hello

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Elegy To A Dead Friend

Dimitris Nwabulu!
Open your ears or can't you hear
the cockroaches in your cupboard
mourning your death?

Didn't you see
the emissaries of heavenly stars
paid condolence last night?
They wished you weren't dead.

How come you're dead?

You fearless Dimitris Nwabulu!
We knew you to be

My Pencil Is Still Sharp

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All these while
You oppress me with your money
Until tonight you realise your wife
My sugar mommy

Do Not Blame The Lord

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Ask The Fools

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Winners will want you win
Losers will want you lose

Haters are everywhere
Now that I feed my belly well

Ask the fools
Celebrating the pregnancy of

Will You Choose Argument For Your Right?

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When a hot temper impregnates
A mind
Verily verily I say unto thee
Arguments_ twin or triplet will be born

Can break up the bond

Two Black Ladies Kissing At The Beach

Two black ladies
kissing at the beach

One named Rita
one named

If I Could Picnic Up Above

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Some wishes are within reach
some are castles in the air;
so I lay down this wish of mine
amidst the petals of poetry

Oh! I wish
I could picnic up above
I'll pick the rainbow
to make muffler round my neck
visiting the eighty eight
regions of the sky

With my square and compass
I'll measure and calculate
the indigo desert
people call the sky

I'll make my tent_
mash tomato and pepper
to serve my rice and beans

Life Is Not Worth Hyping

Life is not worth hyping...
Listen fish,
expectation is not what it is
like cheap Jago milk;
large life saving nutrients
can be found in poor living
that's why
angels are in slums as uglies are in crowns

Life can be clowning at times...
situations that bring you frowns can
later bring you smiles.
Anything can happen,
have you not seen
a pig licking pretty mango?

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

Is This Your Pastor?

Who are those saying I’m a fool?
Are they men of this country?
So am I
Are they men of this city?
So am I
Are they servants of Christ,
Of Jesus Christ?
So am I
I sound like a madman_ but I am better than them (the wise)
I’ve worked much harder
I’ve been in prison more times
I’ve been beaten more times
I’ve been near death more times
Five times
I was given thirty nine strokes of cane
Three times
I’ve been beaten outside my country
I’ve been stoned
I’ve been trapped
I’ve been in transport wreck
I’ve been stranded
I’ve been in danger of flood
In danger of robbers
In danger of fellow country men

All this wars I've walked myself through
Is a prove I'm a genuine pasterA true man of God
I've been in danger of unbelievers
And that of fellow Christians
In danger of cities
In danger of forests
In danger on seas
In danger of false friends
I’ve worked, I have toiled
I’ve gone without sleep
I’ve been in hunger
I’ve been in thirst
I’ve lacked food, I have lacked shelter,
I’ve lacked clothing
Not to mention other things
And day by day
I see myself under pressure
My concern is for all
The fellowship and the church
When someone is weak, I feel weak
When someone is pained, I feel pained
When someone has sinned, I feel concerned
And when I boast, I boast to show things of my weakness
I do not swear
God knows
I lie not
But if all that is mentioned
You cannot find in your pastor
Then you should find a different church.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
( the leo flying with wings to the tempest)

Christian Beings Are Possessed

Christian beings aren't human beings
said the first Peter two verse nine.
Oh! They are the chosen generation
their priesthood hold a Christ affiliation.

Christian beings aren't human beings
they may wear the human looks_ fine,
and enjoy the fine earth's constellations;
their call to light stay the confirmation.

Christian beings are possessed
with Christ identity
and anyone may say:
"Oh, what ridiculous resolutions men take
when possessed with fear!"
Oh, yes!
I'm glad we are.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
( the flying divine Leo with wings)

Some Righteous Critics I Knew

When I said
poetry and poetics are
the sure apparatus for social interaction
between nerds

My literary nephews and niece
never complained
but some righteous critics I knew
filled their brains with
pagan thoughts towards me
planning to wet my parapet
with plenty buckets of petrol
burning me to powdery ashes
to take my breath

When I said
with poem to people that
pure nerdy association propagates geniuses
like sheep herds

My literary nephews and niece
never complained
but some righteous critics I knew
called me psychopath
so, quickly bring me
Arnold Sameroff's
Handbook of Developmental Psychopathology
to differentiate
true psychology from psychobabbling
I must
defend myself
against these psycho-fanatic psychiatrists
calling me psycho
planning to tie me to sick bed
in their psycho ward somewhere
because I said...

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
( the candid Leo with wings flying high)

You're Divorced

Divorce is
better than love captivity 

You're divorced,
a good choice 

You're divorced
and now you're dating your pastor 

I have a lot to pour
out from the bottom of my bowels
but I'm not born to the shore of this world
to judge anyone;
God knows more... 

No leaf shall fall
without the consent of the Lord. 

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

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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………