Poetry Questions Visitors Asked

Here are few among the questions asked this week; other confidential questions asked by naijapoets visitors are intact and will forever remain confidential.
These questions are posted since they can be beneficial to anyone:-

(1) A Naijapoets Visitor Asked:- Whatz The Relationship Between Yaremi And Her Husband?

Naijapoets Replied:-
"The relationship between Yaremi and Ajumobi was marriage-like (similar to that of fresh romance) though the narration begins with the death of the husband but some instances I will briefly mention should reveal cordial and lovely relationship.

If the bond between Yaremi and her husband was not strong, she would have given in to one of her admirers before the "cap picking" whatever; she even went ahead and put all seeking her hand in marriage into public disgrace.

Yaremi maintained solitude and withstood humiliation because of her love for the husband; she felt that no other man can in any way fill the gap of Ajumobi.

It is also noted in the novel that Yaremi visits the grave of her husband and her long emersion in the memory of times spent with Ajumobi makes her shed tears for the demise of him."

(2) A Naijapoets Visitor Asked:- Discuss The Poem Tone And Mood Vis-à-vis Poetic Content

Naijapoets Replied:-
"It is the tone, to a certain level that determines the mood. The voice of Gabriel Okara through his choice of words looked recalling, judgemental, contrasting and indecisive. The first stanza holding the poet's memory of the past shows a recalling tone "in my mother's laps a suckling" then the judgemental aspect is in the context where the drums are said to be raw while the piano is complex. The poet's idea of juxtaposition denotes both contrasting and indecisive tone.

A man's choice is another's rejection which takes us to aspect of mood. The poem may invoke a varying mood from reader to reader. One can probably feel related in terms of the message regarding conflicting ideology (being an African in European dogmas). Even though the structure of the poem is not lyrical but the title and few words concerto, counterpoint, diminuendo, wailing-piano, drums etc are capable of placing a music lover in a music mood."

(3) A Naijapoets Visitor Asked:- What Is The Theme Of Destruction In Ambush By Gbemisola Adeoti

Naijapoets Replied:-
"The theme of destruction is similar to the theme of danger. In the theme of danger, virtually all the lines of the poem exemplified it. The poet made it known with the use of following words like “swallows”, “cries”, “snatch”, “tribulations”, “disaster” and created dreadful agents of death like “a giant whale”, “a sabre-toothed tiger”, “a giant hawk” to carry out fear and danger.
The dangerous animals are seen destroying the efforts of the land dwellers. The giant whale destroys the efforts the fishermen which is seen between line 1-5 of the poem."

(4) A Naijapoets Visitor Asked:- Analyse Gbanabom Hallowell's Dining Table

Naijapoets Replied:-
"(1) Poet:- "Elvis Gbanabom Hallowell is the author of a collection of poems, Hills of Temper. As a journalist in Freetown, he witnessed and chronicled the ten-year war which has influenced most of his poetry." (Biography quoted from sierra-leone-web.org)

(2) Denotation/ Subject matter:-
The poem is about a certain communal attack or civil war with led to destruction leaving the victims in the poem with injuries, homelessness, fear, vengeful hearts, etc.

(3) Themes:-
i. Negative effects of war
ii. Homelessness
iii. Political revolution
iv. Struggle for survival

(3) Language, Style and devices:-
Dining Table by Gbanabom Hallowell has a simple language. It is 3 stanza poem in free verse with a total of 26 lines. There are enjambments and imageries to spice the poem."

(5) A Naijapoets Visitor Asked:- How Are The Facts In Piano And Drums Compare To Our Modern Life?

Naijapoets Replied:-
"Lets view it this way. If you happen to have a rural background then peradventure by fate you find yourself in city where the happenings differ from that of your rural; at first you will probably be in a dilemma of which lifestyle to fully embrace (the past or the present). Such was the position Gabriel Okara found himself; in dilemma between the African culture and the western civilised culture.

Gabriel Okara symbolised the African culture with "drum" and the Western culture with "piano" because he felt the African culture is very simple while the Western culture is very complex.

Come to think of it, the village life (which exemplifies the primitive Africa) is as simple as grow into adulthood, have a wife and a farm to feed the family. On the contrary, the city life (which exemplifies the European culture) is complex with more than just having a farm and a family. You can draw references from the poem to support this headstart I have given."

(6) A Naijapoets Visitor Asked:- i need a concrete stanza by stanza explanation of the religious aspect in the poem.

Naijapoets Replied:-
"Your question seems ambiguous. Do you demand the stanzaic summary or how the poem relates to religion?

Stanzaic summary:-
Stanza 1 says the fear of aging increases by year. Stanza 2 says one is full of hope at twenty. Stanza 3 says the expectations began to wane. Stanza 3 says of long hours of working. Stanza 4, little or no result for those hard works. Stanza 5 except have children which is no big deal at all. Stanza 6 speaks of the uncertainty of having a long life. Stanza 7 says that the uncertainty further makes humans highly unsatisfied in comparison between all that has been achieved and yet those yet to be achieved.

Religious angle of the poem:-
If we allude to the bible, procreation according to Gen. 1:28 can be seen from line 21-23. Hard labour and life struggles according to Gen. 3:19 can be seen in lines 13-16. Mortality and death according to Ecc. 9:5 can be seen in 25-28, etc."

(7) A Naijapoets Visitor Asked:- Discuss The Theme Of Dilemma In African Worship In The Anvil And The Hammer

Naijapoets Replied:-
"It is the speaker's state of dilemma that led to the juxtaposition between past and present. Such tone of dilemma is very evident between line 9-14:
"The jargon of new dialectic come with the
Charisma of the perpetual search on the outlaw's hill
Sew the old days for us our fathers
That we can wear them under our new garment
After we have washed ourselves in
The whirlpool of the many rivers' estuary"

(8) A Naijapoets Visitor Asked:- What are the various significance of act one, scene one of the text" The blood of a stranger" by Dele Charley.

Naijapoets Replied:-
"The Blood of a Stranger by Dele Charley is about unscrupulous elders in Mandoland whose greed led to the glorification of a stranger's will over the deep rooted culture of the land.

It is true that the drama is a mockery of culture. The act one scene one is so relevant in that it lay the foundation for such mockery. In addition, act one scene one opened the door which led to the later tragic flaw of the dubious characters.

This is just a few point to prove the significances of the act one scene. With the hope that you have already read the book "The Blood Of A Stranger" by Dele Charley; in order to expatiate the two aforementioned significances, you need to draw excerpts from the book to support the points mentioned."

(9) A Naijapoets Visitor Asked:- Who is the author of the poem CALL OF THE RIVER NUN?

Naijapoets Replied:-
"The poem is a free verse composed in form of ode. Gabriel Okara the author or preferably the poet is a die hard fan of his background (riverine background) and even the poem like very many other poem of his point to Okara's root or origin."

(10) A Naijapoets Visitor Asked:- What is the tone of the poem Fulani creation story

Naijapoets Replied:-
"The Fulani Creation Story is like a folk myth about creation as implied by the context and the title of the poem. Where the god of creation is referred to as Doondari.

As not to re-narrate what is already known, the question as here is "what is the tone of the poem..."
The obvious tone of the poem is in a part AUTHORITATIVE and in a part INFORMATIVE.

Informative tone in the sense that the poet words are sequentially chosen to portray to unfold of events leading to life cycle of man (Fulani man) while authoritative with the use of words like "created" "defeated" which are used to portray supremacy."

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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 www.i-proclaim.com. Thank you and keep up the good work. May the good Lord reward you all, Amen. Finally, to all my friends @ www.samueldpoetry.webs.com
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           AUTHOR’S NOTE
      It gladdens the whole of me, each time the thought and assurance of the fact that the scope of poetry is broader than anyone can mention, comes to my thinking. Poetry can take any form; it can be lyrical or satirical, come in form of praise or in a long narrative form which happens to be the poetic form, I’ve made use of in this book titled CHRISACEDARUTH(The Long Awaited).
     As I’ve said, this book contains more than ten narrative poems in which CHRISACEDARUTH(The Long Awaited) bears the same name with the title of this book and has over two thousand five hundred lines, divided into more than fifteen stanzas. It is the story of a village boy, who happens not to be who he thought he was but later maybe through the help of luck or through the force of fate, or maybe through his personal strives, discovered his true self, his weaknesses, strengths, etc.
  It is also true that the poem: CHRISACEDARUTH(The Long Awaited) is the major reason for this book but I’ve also garnished it with inclusion of other funny, entertaining and educating poems like The Eligible Married Couple 1&2, the most wanted, Detective Tel 1,2,3,4&5; and My Love Promo, which happens to be the favorite of almost all my fans @ www.facebook.com, among others.
     Aside from the fact that the poems are rhyme oriented, I’ve tried and made sure they are sculpted with simple languages and diction. Before you ask me my reason, I’ll tell you that I do not believe in complexity. What’s the essence of turning enjoyment to homework? My paramount aim is to cure your boredom. My major aim is to make this book, your teddy bear, your pet, you can take anywhere and as you read, I believe your boredom will be deleted. Thanks, for your love.
                        Samuel C. Enunwa.

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 www.i-proclaimbookstore.com/poetry/chrisacedaruth(the_long_awaited)
  The poems below are just for you to have a taste of my next book titled “PEOPLE PLACES AND PERSONALITIES” and I’m sure, you’ll derive from it all lessons and fun you wish for. Thank you.

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………