BOND OF LOVE By Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher Episode one

Maxwell who's popularly known for his reckless way of livelihood, though he's  a brilliant young man with the tongue of wooing any Lady to his bed. His wayward lifestyle as a player continues even after he graduated from the University of Nigeria Nsukka  as a political science student.


His mode of dressing is so exuberant to the extent many ladies were thinking his father is the richest, but no he was only being the fashion type.

During his numerous catch of ladies, one day he met a young girl, vibrant and beautiful, whose beauty can't be resisted. She's Agnes but fondly called Agy by her friends and colleagues in her office.

Agnes a mass communicator who graduated from University of Calabar. She's from cross river, her waist side is so wide and her hip is large and always combating with any skirt and trouser she put on. She has an attractive smile and barely frown. Her attitude is not too wield ad she is not a player like Maxwell.


Couple of times Maxwell has met her in a club but decided to study her before taking a step.

Unlike his other catch, he doesn't think twice before wooing any of them. But Agnes's case is different as he kept thinking on how to capture her heart with his romantic way of wooing a girl. After about 10 minutes Maxwell walked up to her and to her he said.

ANOINTING IS NOT ALGEBRA (a poem by Sunsampaul)

Stop this Anointing parade
For anointing is not a masquerade
Why must you pull your bra
When anointing is not algebra

Stop bending your waist to fake pastors
As if they are even sculptors
Stop drinking oil just to get high on words
You might end up stabbing someone with swords

Stop bathing in river because you need anointing
You might end up getting the wrong thing
Stop giving in to be ravaged
You might also be savaged

Stop the madness of biting your tongue
Anointing doesn't come to those who don't long
Anointing can not make you a clown
So why clad with different gowns

Believe in God and pray
So you won't be a prey
But bask in God's anointing
That will definitely leave you with something

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12:01:2017
11:40pm

I AM THIRTY - THREE-TEN(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

I am always strong
No wonder I barely go wrong
My bones can't be cracked
My brain can't be hacked

I am the apple of God's eye
No wonder I'm called the son of the most high
You want to know my dream
Then be ready to dive in the stream

To my rivals I am untouchable
To my foes I am invisible
I am thirty-three-ten
My prowesses are more then that of Ben ten

My destiny is on God's foundation
I will be the best in this generation
I am thirty-three-ten
I am not the lad you used to know then

I am always peaceful
That's why my peace is full
I am always tenacious
That's why since I clocked ten, I am still voracious

I am thirty-three-ten
I am always ready to learn
I always love to write
That's why I am always right

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07:01:2017
12:03pm

HOT GIRLS(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Some girls are so hot,
Even the sun is jealous of them
I said some girls are so hot
In fact their hotness started global warming

They prefer dressing to kill
Their words can never heal
Only dogs galloped to their thighs
When I see them I give a sigh

Most of them are night workers
They even pretend to be cat-walkers
They call themselves money makers
Yet they look like undertakers

Their hotness can melt a metal
Their eyes, different men see as petal
But to me, their lips taste like iodine
When they see money, they are ready to dine

Their hips can uplift  weak men to Everest
Even on the bed they can never rest
One might make you see her as a diva
So you will never leave her

These hot girls can cause a volcanic eruption
When they tweak the weak men, they instantly get high erection
These hot girls can cause earthquakes
They always leave weak men with heartbreaks

They're beautiful outside, but inside they're all beauty-fools
They will make you swim in sin and call it pool
So let all weak men, wake up and be strong
Before they ask what is wrong

And to you my beloved sister
Stop being a hot girl, lest you see star
Dress moderately and decent
So you can look like a real saint


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10:01:2017
05:50am

SAVE THE SLUM(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Words give me wings
Wings to fly so high
Wings to fly more than the birds of the air
Wings to fly than aeroplane
Wings to be creative and not to create thieves

My words come with punchlines
To punch your mind
So you can focus on those in the slum
That need your help

Our children are suffering
They cry everyday even night
They couldn't sleep after telling them tales by moonlight
We light up the candle in the night
Yet they cry because they're hungry.

We are tired of waiting For the melancholic news
Our tears and blood have failed to break
Our truncated imaginations failed to trace their agonies that
split as dust.

But turns our soft swollen eyes to ocean of sorrow.
 Our home a graveyard to mourn our daughters.
As scattering of stars all over nation watch night race.
Our closed-open eyes habourd the sorrowful
stories of sambisa gods.

Let placards embelish streets and shrines to
bombard square.
Let the echeos of our voice not be withhold by hiccup.
Let our drop-down tears don't fall on deaf ears,
So they wont say they
didn't hear all because of fear.

I, Sunsampaul am optimistic
That I'll fight those who steal sleep out of our eyes.
And even if our dreaming sleepless night
Refuse to achieve its aim
I will sail through the moon of our ancestors to appease
The gods of the land.

The slum is where you find dirty lads,
Eating dirty food with dirty hands
Living in dirty places
Playing with dirty things and dying of dirtiness.

The Slum is where you see
Babies breastfeeding babies
And protegees with no mentors.
So let's join hands to save the slum

COLD SITUATION (a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Night turns into black blood of evil
Humans running in mistiness.
Dying on the damp earth lie a laddie,
who for comfort could
not care less.

Warm, caressing weather freezes quickly
On a lonely path and lifeless way…
The gloomy stars of present year,
Fade from the eye that will forever sleep.
He will yet, let out a whisper,
and groan faintly.

The defender of the resolution,
They will bury in grassy hill,
So that comrades of our time
Can no longer count on him for help…
So that in the tales of apple blossom, it’s young.
By land light our girls write letters to their
suitors
to marry them in time.

They are tired of the life in their parents house
The urge to be a mother is in most of them
Which makes them get deflowered.

Thinking of their own life,
Learning no trace from their predecessors,
The birds no make mockery of their
cold situation,
Just as the chameleon refuse to show its true
colour.

CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHY(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Every heart has got a separate problem,
Why must Ejike kill himself
Because his mansion
was set ablaze.

If darkness refused to over power light,
Why must humans still commit evil in the dark,
Why are they afraid of the light.

Every body has right to live,
Why treating
Obinna like a slave Just because he's not from your clan,
Yet your wife called him a clown.

If mallam Saidu refused to remove his cap
During prayer, when he was in church with a
friend.

Then why force mazi Obiora to remove
his sandal when entering the mosque.
When you know he don't remove sandals in his church.

Every mallam has got his own kettle.
Why must Usman complete his ablution With Sani's own, by washing his legs that has trekked
From Abattoir to Bolafadi.

Every woman is unique
Whether poor or made  with a Godly ink.
Why must Baba labelled his wife as someone
Who belongs to the sitting room, kitchen and other room.
Wasn't she supposed to be in the bulk room too.

Can someone tell me why

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