MANNER FROM ABOVE
Daily we live
We live life like kings and queens
While others live like strangers
Drinking and eating
While we dine and wine
Making our body healthy
With the manner from above
Drinking spring water from fountain of life
Biting the apple of life
That started from Adam and Eve
We never seize to lick that juicy orange planted by the river side
That mustard seed has become bigger than
The mango of strength we do consume
We never fail to
Bask in the fleshly part of
That fresh banana
That increases the semen of our ancestors
I know we still eat wheat
For it fresh, smooth and salivating nature
Manner from above
When we need no water
We ran to consume the
Water melon in our garden
Some even eat the white and green part of it
Saying it cures illness
Manner from above
Have you tasted egusi soup and correct pounded yam
Its sumptuous taste make you want to subscribe to its network.
The last time I ate it in Mrs. Alice Cartoon
I became her regular customer
What of B&B
Bread and Beans
I mean those watery beans that make you feel you are now in heaven
Try Aunty Glo's own
Then you will see how fast your growth will increase
Have you forgotten
Those nice taste of that
Popular Yoruba soup
That is been prepared by pounding it with an object of hundred legs
with long neck but no head
I mean broom.
That soup yorubas call ewedu
I licked my fingers for more than 7 minutes before I realise have not
paid for Iya Sukura's ewedu and amala
Manner from above
Haaaa!
I almost forgot
That calabar soup called edi kai kor
The first time I passive the tempting aroma
From my neighbours kitchen
I almost stumble and fumble while walking
Manner from above
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nice poems
Saturday, December 5, 2015
ROMEO IS DEAD (Poem by ©Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi Sky™ )
ROMEO IS DEAD,
------------
This road, you've walked before
Before January was betrothed to June.
This sea, you swam ashore
While it was yet closer to Earth.
.
You've heard this same story over and over again
More than the hooting honks of Lagos 'danfo' buses.
Like the police car sirens
You already know when it calls.
.
You've seen it all before
In the eyes of clones and real versions alike.
Interwoven twisted tales
Romeo is DEAD, and long gone.
Bio:
Originally christened Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi. Sometimes in life I got to discover the missing rib in my names. Thus, that birth the name Sky...
A writer, poet, actor, tailor, and a pencil artist....
A student of the University of Abuja...
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone, powered by Easyblaze
©Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi Sky™ 2015.
------------
This road, you've walked before
Before January was betrothed to June.
This sea, you swam ashore
While it was yet closer to Earth.
.
You've heard this same story over and over again
More than the hooting honks of Lagos 'danfo' buses.
Like the police car sirens
You already know when it calls.
.
You've seen it all before
In the eyes of clones and real versions alike.
Interwoven twisted tales
Romeo is DEAD, and long gone.
Bio:
Originally christened Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi. Sometimes in life I got to discover the missing rib in my names. Thus, that birth the name Sky...
A writer, poet, actor, tailor, and a pencil artist....
A student of the University of Abuja...
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone, powered by Easyblaze
©Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi Sky™ 2015.
A PERFECT LECTURE by Albert Seraphin titled THE CHARACTER OF THE AFRICAN STATE AND ITS IMPACT ON ITS ECONOMY HAS ITS ORIGIN IN COLONIAL AFRICA.
THE CHARACTER OF THE AFRICAN STATE AND ITS IMPACT ON ITS ECONOMY HAS
ITS ORIGIN IN COLONIAL AFRICA.
For every present, there is a history, the character of the African
state and its impact on the economy today cannot be discussed in
isolation of its historical antecedents. To properly explicate the
character of the African state and its economy, it can be examined at
three levels for ease of analysis i.e. Pre-colonial, colonial and
post-colonial states. To explain the post-colonial state and its
economy therefore would require that the antecedents provided by the
colonial state and colonial economy in Africa be examined. This is to
provide a frame of analysis which links the political economy of the
post-colonial state in Africa with the political economy of the
colonial state.
The colonial state in Africa was an exploitative social formation that
was administered mainly as a dependent political economy intended to
serve external interests i.e.interests outside the continent. Because
of this character, public policies relating to economic sectors such
as trade, commerce, agriculture, industry, finance, education etc.
were all rooted in the ideology of dependency and colonial
imperialism. All policies which existed were driven at serving
metropolitan interests.
The colonial African state was also built on a political formation
meant to serve external interests at the expense of the interests of
the indigenous African people. In other words, it undermined the
indigenous interests of the African people. By implication, economic
policies that were formulated were directed not towards domestic
development, but were driven by external interests and metropolitan
interests of imperialism and exploitation. With this, there was no way
there could have being an economy that was promoting indigenous
development and interests.
Another feature which characterized the colonial African state was the
fact that it was administered under a non-representative,
non-democratic and non-accountable political system. Under this
system, there was no sense of urgency in the pursuit of economic
growth or development since it was exploitative motive that the
colonialists wanted to achieve and not the developmental interests of
the indigenous people.
If the state is dark in complexion, the economy will automatically be
dark in complexion. If the state is anemic and epileptic, the economy
will also be anemic and epileptic. If the state pursues public
policies that are founded on the ideology of dependency, the economy
will be dependent. These were the features that characterized the
colonial African state and its economy. Because of this characteristic
feature. We had an economy that was highly disabled. It was disabled
in the sense that it had no foundation for growth, it was not driven
by policies of development, not even policies of self-sufficiency
rather, dependency was the ideology.
It was as a result of the consequences of these ideologies of
exploitation and dependency that the struggle for political
independence was waged in order to have a state that would support a
self-sufficient economy, a state that would pursue domestic interests
rather than external interests but unfortunately, the post-colonial
state in Africa has not been able to meet such laudable expectations.
The post-colonial state in Africa has manifested the pathological
features of the colonial state. The evidence of this can be found in
the nature of the corrupt and exploitative nature of African
politicians. The post-colonial African state lacks the capacity to
deliver. Basic needs and expectations such as dispensation of equity,
fair play, Justice, improvement in political culture and equitable
distribution of political goods after independence are not being met.
Also worthy of note is the nature of the political economy of most
African states especially its incorporation into the world system of
capitalist exploitation and dependency.
The character of the post-colonial state in Africa has allowed
politics to become rather than an instrument of service, a lucrative
enterprise that allocates privileges and makes possible, personal
enrichment through corruption, exploitation and other unethical
conducts in the public realm. The state has become a distributor of
opportunity for profiteering. Apparently, there is no single or
genuine business that can be undertaken that can be more enriching
than politics. It is the single allocator of opportunities for profit
making, hence the reason why a large number of the society want to
delve into it.
The post-colonial state has also been characterized by manifestation
of neo-colonialism. This is evident in the disregard for due process
and the rule of law, absence of democratic polity, abuse and misuse of
political power, dependence on foreign made goods, dominance of the
advanced countries on Africa and third world countries in terms of
economy, religion, politics and culture. Also are manifestations of
characteristics such as corruption, exploitation, fighting for
personal interests and the search for opportunities of enhancing
personal aggrandizement and because of these, policies that are dished
out are not policies that promote growth and development. It is
pathetic when in the 21st century, government is building bore-hole
for communities and they beat their chests that they have done a
remarkable project.
Owing to all of these, the character of the post colonial African
state and its economy can be seen to be an inherited one characterized
by dependency and exploitation.
SLAVERY
Born in the theatre of natural plenty
Breast-fed and mid-wifed by capitalist selfishness
A colonial and exploitative social formation
We were told to close our eyes for prayers
And all we had were carted away
They said we were a dark continent
That we had no history
That we were from the lineage of apes and gorillas
That we were guided by instincts
And not reasoning
But where were their forebears
When ours communicated with proverbs
Where were they
When events were recorded in names, songs and totems
We trailed and endured the path of hunger
Until things began to fall apart in the colonial regimes
We crossed the river between oppression and liberation
Foolish us!
We moved from primitive slavery
To civilized slavery
Is slavery not slavery?
Like bracelets they tricked us into their wrists
Our identity and language
Now I the abyss of non-recognition
We remain a lone voice
In the wilderness of marginalization
Handwork of internal collaborators
Albert seraphin
ITS ORIGIN IN COLONIAL AFRICA.
For every present, there is a history, the character of the African
state and its impact on the economy today cannot be discussed in
isolation of its historical antecedents. To properly explicate the
character of the African state and its economy, it can be examined at
three levels for ease of analysis i.e. Pre-colonial, colonial and
post-colonial states. To explain the post-colonial state and its
economy therefore would require that the antecedents provided by the
colonial state and colonial economy in Africa be examined. This is to
provide a frame of analysis which links the political economy of the
post-colonial state in Africa with the political economy of the
colonial state.
The colonial state in Africa was an exploitative social formation that
was administered mainly as a dependent political economy intended to
serve external interests i.e.interests outside the continent. Because
of this character, public policies relating to economic sectors such
as trade, commerce, agriculture, industry, finance, education etc.
were all rooted in the ideology of dependency and colonial
imperialism. All policies which existed were driven at serving
metropolitan interests.
The colonial African state was also built on a political formation
meant to serve external interests at the expense of the interests of
the indigenous African people. In other words, it undermined the
indigenous interests of the African people. By implication, economic
policies that were formulated were directed not towards domestic
development, but were driven by external interests and metropolitan
interests of imperialism and exploitation. With this, there was no way
there could have being an economy that was promoting indigenous
development and interests.
Another feature which characterized the colonial African state was the
fact that it was administered under a non-representative,
non-democratic and non-accountable political system. Under this
system, there was no sense of urgency in the pursuit of economic
growth or development since it was exploitative motive that the
colonialists wanted to achieve and not the developmental interests of
the indigenous people.
If the state is dark in complexion, the economy will automatically be
dark in complexion. If the state is anemic and epileptic, the economy
will also be anemic and epileptic. If the state pursues public
policies that are founded on the ideology of dependency, the economy
will be dependent. These were the features that characterized the
colonial African state and its economy. Because of this characteristic
feature. We had an economy that was highly disabled. It was disabled
in the sense that it had no foundation for growth, it was not driven
by policies of development, not even policies of self-sufficiency
rather, dependency was the ideology.
It was as a result of the consequences of these ideologies of
exploitation and dependency that the struggle for political
independence was waged in order to have a state that would support a
self-sufficient economy, a state that would pursue domestic interests
rather than external interests but unfortunately, the post-colonial
state in Africa has not been able to meet such laudable expectations.
The post-colonial state in Africa has manifested the pathological
features of the colonial state. The evidence of this can be found in
the nature of the corrupt and exploitative nature of African
politicians. The post-colonial African state lacks the capacity to
deliver. Basic needs and expectations such as dispensation of equity,
fair play, Justice, improvement in political culture and equitable
distribution of political goods after independence are not being met.
Also worthy of note is the nature of the political economy of most
African states especially its incorporation into the world system of
capitalist exploitation and dependency.
The character of the post-colonial state in Africa has allowed
politics to become rather than an instrument of service, a lucrative
enterprise that allocates privileges and makes possible, personal
enrichment through corruption, exploitation and other unethical
conducts in the public realm. The state has become a distributor of
opportunity for profiteering. Apparently, there is no single or
genuine business that can be undertaken that can be more enriching
than politics. It is the single allocator of opportunities for profit
making, hence the reason why a large number of the society want to
delve into it.
The post-colonial state has also been characterized by manifestation
of neo-colonialism. This is evident in the disregard for due process
and the rule of law, absence of democratic polity, abuse and misuse of
political power, dependence on foreign made goods, dominance of the
advanced countries on Africa and third world countries in terms of
economy, religion, politics and culture. Also are manifestations of
characteristics such as corruption, exploitation, fighting for
personal interests and the search for opportunities of enhancing
personal aggrandizement and because of these, policies that are dished
out are not policies that promote growth and development. It is
pathetic when in the 21st century, government is building bore-hole
for communities and they beat their chests that they have done a
remarkable project.
Owing to all of these, the character of the post colonial African
state and its economy can be seen to be an inherited one characterized
by dependency and exploitation.
SLAVERY
Born in the theatre of natural plenty
Breast-fed and mid-wifed by capitalist selfishness
A colonial and exploitative social formation
We were told to close our eyes for prayers
And all we had were carted away
They said we were a dark continent
That we had no history
That we were from the lineage of apes and gorillas
That we were guided by instincts
And not reasoning
But where were their forebears
When ours communicated with proverbs
Where were they
When events were recorded in names, songs and totems
We trailed and endured the path of hunger
Until things began to fall apart in the colonial regimes
We crossed the river between oppression and liberation
Foolish us!
We moved from primitive slavery
To civilized slavery
Is slavery not slavery?
Like bracelets they tricked us into their wrists
Our identity and language
Now I the abyss of non-recognition
We remain a lone voice
In the wilderness of marginalization
Handwork of internal collaborators
Albert seraphin
Thursday, December 3, 2015
ROAD MASTER(poem by Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi)
ROAD MASTERS.
-------------------
The road masters are at it again
Mastering roads they don't own.
They don't master the way they eat
They don't master their appetite
They don't master their homes
They don't master their habitat.
.
They wheel wheels like their brains are on suspension
You'd see them in cities and towns
Steering like clowns high on heroine
Heroes of illicit drinks
Forgetting its never safe to drink and drive
When drunk, you never should drive.
.
They own the roads when high
Ready to drive 'all Nile'
Their lens tends to capture false pictures
Painting the roads, 'threads'
Cars become toys and should be treated such
Traffic rules like old piggy banks, be broken.
.
Stories that touches keeps breaking my heart
I no longer break my fast
For I dread the sour taste of tales on Breaking News especially at Ten
"Twenty dead, ten limbs gone
Two months old crushed by a fallen truck
Fuel tanker fell on a newly wedded couple".
.
Road mastering is well mastered
When traffic rules are duly obeyed
When safety measures are rightly weighed
Never kiss and tell ???!!!
No, NEVER DRINK AND DRIVE.
Road mastering is for all, 'BIG WHEELS' and 'tiny tires', alike.
©Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi Sky™ 2015.
-------------------
The road masters are at it again
Mastering roads they don't own.
They don't master the way they eat
They don't master their appetite
They don't master their homes
They don't master their habitat.
.
They wheel wheels like their brains are on suspension
You'd see them in cities and towns
Steering like clowns high on heroine
Heroes of illicit drinks
Forgetting its never safe to drink and drive
When drunk, you never should drive.
.
They own the roads when high
Ready to drive 'all Nile'
Their lens tends to capture false pictures
Painting the roads, 'threads'
Cars become toys and should be treated such
Traffic rules like old piggy banks, be broken.
.
Stories that touches keeps breaking my heart
I no longer break my fast
For I dread the sour taste of tales on Breaking News especially at Ten
"Twenty dead, ten limbs gone
Two months old crushed by a fallen truck
Fuel tanker fell on a newly wedded couple".
.
Road mastering is well mastered
When traffic rules are duly obeyed
When safety measures are rightly weighed
Never kiss and tell ???!!!
No, NEVER DRINK AND DRIVE.
Road mastering is for all, 'BIG WHEELS' and 'tiny tires', alike.
©Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi Sky™ 2015.
AFTER THE REGGAE(poem by Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi)
AFTER THE REGGAE,
--------------
I ran into your shadow
Memories you left behind.
I recall yesterday
When we summed one.
.
Now at heart we split
Divided by time cum distance.
Following Frank to France
The last pill you swallowed.
.
Once again I trod that way
That pathway parting our hopes and dreams
Thwarting our painted non-fictional future
Where we featured sugar-coated promises.
.
My mind raced backwards,faster
Beating 'Bolt' down memory lane.
Remembering your heart beats
Till you changed the frequency.
.
I was once lost to flames
Blazing your raggae
But you calmed my nitro nerves
When you switched to blues.
©Akinlade Oluwaseyifunmi Sky™ 2015.
WE NEED PEACE(poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)
WE
NEED PEACE
We need peace
For souls wasted over night,
Just because they were watch men
For those who slept but couldn't wake to see the bright morning sun
That such will not happen again
For those pregnant women after nine month of pregnancy,
lost their babies in cesarean section
For souls whose bodies
Have been used to test rifle and bullet at agbara, Festac ,Port
Harcourt and other robbery places
So we can sleep with rest of mind
We need peace
For graduates, after spending more than four years in higher institution
Still roam about searching for job
For jambites who sat for UTME more than six times with passed cut off marks
Yet find no room in the four corners of any tertiary institution
We need peace
For souls languishing in the slum
Whose neighbours are rats and mosquitoes
Poverty raping their minds to solemn sorrow
For soul used for rituals,
Yet their blood couldn't cry for vengeance
For our brothers and sisters
Whose blood are now tantamount to ocean
Spread in the surrounding of SOKA
whose heads are use for exchanging US dollar
Whose private parts are sliced like Suya
Whose families are weeping in pains and they are been slaughtered
like a cow in the abattoir
We need peace
For souls perishing in jail
For crime they do not commit
For our brothers who have lost their lives in the struggles of life
For our sister who couldn't help but went into prostitution,
But died of HIV/AIDS
We need peace
For Ebola victims who were taken at a strike of a match
For lads and lasses that are roaming the street like a rolling ball.
For the future will tell their story with less history of mystery
For our daughters, sisters, cousins, and nieces
Who were adopted in chibok in a wink of an eye
More than 544 days we haven't seen them
More than 274 taken
Yet I still see my eyes weeping
We need peace for
I was told weeping may endure for a night
But joy comes in the morning
It's morning and am still mourning
We need peace
We all say good morning
But it's now good mourning
We will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace! Until we now commune
and live in peace, harmony and tranquility
when we shall live without fear of boko's alarm
We will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace!
Until job will be provided for our graduate in order for them not to
indulge in criminal affairs
when books and educational materials would be provided for effective
learning of our student
we will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace!
Until our security will be tight and we shall no longer sleep with one eye open
When food and shelter will be provided for those paupers living in the slum.
When our leaders will become true leaders and not rulers.
We will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace!
Until better hospitals will be erected for a better treatment of our
people and our pregnant women given the best antenatal to avoid lost
of their babies
we will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace!
Until desks and chairs are provided for schools so our children who
sit on the floor while studying all because there are no seat to sit
We will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace!
Until when their will be no religious crisis and religious intolerance
When our brothers and sisters won't hear the sound of a heart broken bomb
We will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace!
Until we all shall see our sisters, nieces, daughters, that were
adopted by boko haram In chibok more than 600 days ago.
We need peace
For souls wasted over night,
Just because they were watch men
For those who slept but couldn't wake to see the bright morning sun
That such will not happen again
For those pregnant women after nine month of pregnancy,
lost their babies in cesarean section
For souls whose bodies
Have been used to test rifle and bullet at agbara, Festac ,Port
Harcourt and other robbery places
So we can sleep with rest of mind
We need peace
For graduates, after spending more than four years in higher institution
Still roam about searching for job
For jambites who sat for UTME more than six times with passed cut off marks
Yet find no room in the four corners of any tertiary institution
We need peace
For souls languishing in the slum
Whose neighbours are rats and mosquitoes
Poverty raping their minds to solemn sorrow
For soul used for rituals,
Yet their blood couldn't cry for vengeance
For our brothers and sisters
Whose blood are now tantamount to ocean
Spread in the surrounding of SOKA
whose heads are use for exchanging US dollar
Whose private parts are sliced like Suya
Whose families are weeping in pains and they are been slaughtered
like a cow in the abattoir
We need peace
For souls perishing in jail
For crime they do not commit
For our brothers who have lost their lives in the struggles of life
For our sister who couldn't help but went into prostitution,
But died of HIV/AIDS
We need peace
For Ebola victims who were taken at a strike of a match
For lads and lasses that are roaming the street like a rolling ball.
For the future will tell their story with less history of mystery
For our daughters, sisters, cousins, and nieces
Who were adopted in chibok in a wink of an eye
More than 544 days we haven't seen them
More than 274 taken
Yet I still see my eyes weeping
We need peace for
I was told weeping may endure for a night
But joy comes in the morning
It's morning and am still mourning
We need peace
We all say good morning
But it's now good mourning
We will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace! Until we now commune
and live in peace, harmony and tranquility
when we shall live without fear of boko's alarm
We will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace!
Until job will be provided for our graduate in order for them not to
indulge in criminal affairs
when books and educational materials would be provided for effective
learning of our student
we will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace!
Until our security will be tight and we shall no longer sleep with one eye open
When food and shelter will be provided for those paupers living in the slum.
When our leaders will become true leaders and not rulers.
We will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace!
Until better hospitals will be erected for a better treatment of our
people and our pregnant women given the best antenatal to avoid lost
of their babies
we will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace!
Until desks and chairs are provided for schools so our children who
sit on the floor while studying all because there are no seat to sit
We will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace!
Until when their will be no religious crisis and religious intolerance
When our brothers and sisters won't hear the sound of a heart broken bomb
We will keeping chanting peace! Peace! Peace!
Until we all shall see our sisters, nieces, daughters, that were
adopted by boko haram In chibok more than 600 days ago.
LET US NOT BREAK(poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)
LET US NOT BREAK
Different species
Different tribes
Different states
Different faces
Different problems
Different religion
Different worship
Different thought
Different traditions
Different perceptions
Different friends
Different enemies
Different families
We are different
Doesn't mean
We are not united
Unity I seek
Let us not break
Let us in unison fight
For the peace that
Will keep us at ease
So our mind will be at rest
Without thought of distress
Let us not break
Let us stop the blood letting
And swing the banner of trust and peace
That will speak no ill of our deeds
But mend our trend that was bent
Let us not break
Let us embrace love like it all we need
Let us stop the killing and tribalism
Let us embrace sincerity and dwell in the thighs of honesty
Basking in the field of simplicity
With much dignity
Let us not break
Let emancipate ourselves from mental slavery
Care for our brothers and sisters
Help the paupers in the slum
Assist the blind
Give food to the hungry
Clothes the naked
Habour the habourless
Let us not break
For if we do
Our descendants will suffer the more
Blood will become sand in the street
And bomb blast will become daily alarm
While souls run helter skater
Let us not break
Let us pray for our brothers and sisters
Who have no one to come to their need but wait on God for manner
Let us embrace change
And start the change
In our life, homes, city, states and nation
My Abridged memoir: I am Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher , a poet,
instrumentalist, published writer and a computer science student. I am
a pioneer of Ghetto City of Poetry and the founder of Citadel of Life.
I reside in Lagos, precisely Ajegunle. I am a lover of children and a
life changer with the zeal of helping souls in the slum, I also
lecture lads and lasses in writing. I started writing when I was six
years. I have written motivational books, such as words of wisdom to
the nation, Turning your plight into your flight, Words of
Encouragement to the Nation etc. But I am yet to publish them. I have
publish my novel titled IKENNA AND THE ZEBRA. it is an African
folktale. I love reading books like prose, poetry, drama, bible etc
and I love blogging. I blog@ www.citadeloflife.blogspot.com
Email: sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com. facebook: Sunsampaul Egwu. Tel: 08180861170
Twitter: @sunsaint96
Different species
Different tribes
Different states
Different faces
Different problems
Different religion
Different worship
Different thought
Different traditions
Different perceptions
Different friends
Different enemies
Different families
We are different
Doesn't mean
We are not united
Unity I seek
Let us not break
Let us in unison fight
For the peace that
Will keep us at ease
So our mind will be at rest
Without thought of distress
Let us not break
Let us stop the blood letting
And swing the banner of trust and peace
That will speak no ill of our deeds
But mend our trend that was bent
Let us not break
Let us embrace love like it all we need
Let us stop the killing and tribalism
Let us embrace sincerity and dwell in the thighs of honesty
Basking in the field of simplicity
With much dignity
Let us not break
Let emancipate ourselves from mental slavery
Care for our brothers and sisters
Help the paupers in the slum
Assist the blind
Give food to the hungry
Clothes the naked
Habour the habourless
Let us not break
For if we do
Our descendants will suffer the more
Blood will become sand in the street
And bomb blast will become daily alarm
While souls run helter skater
Let us not break
Let us pray for our brothers and sisters
Who have no one to come to their need but wait on God for manner
Let us embrace change
And start the change
In our life, homes, city, states and nation
My Abridged memoir: I am Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher , a poet,
instrumentalist, published writer and a computer science student. I am
a pioneer of Ghetto City of Poetry and the founder of Citadel of Life.
I reside in Lagos, precisely Ajegunle. I am a lover of children and a
life changer with the zeal of helping souls in the slum, I also
lecture lads and lasses in writing. I started writing when I was six
years. I have written motivational books, such as words of wisdom to
the nation, Turning your plight into your flight, Words of
Encouragement to the Nation etc. But I am yet to publish them. I have
publish my novel titled IKENNA AND THE ZEBRA. it is an African
folktale. I love reading books like prose, poetry, drama, bible etc
and I love blogging. I blog@ www.citadeloflife.blogspot.com
Email: sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com. facebook: Sunsampaul Egwu. Tel: 08180861170
Twitter: @sunsaint96
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