CITADEL OF LIFE present 4 DAYS EASTER POWER BANK

THEME: Unleash the skill in you

DAY 1 (Monday 28-03-16)

TOPIC: Don't let your dreams become steaming streams

TUTOR: Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher

ABOUT THE TUTOR:

Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher is a poet, a published writer, an instrument, a vocalist, a graphic designer, a computer scientist and a blogger. He's also the President and Chief
Sacristan of Armed forces Altar Servers Association. He was interviewed on metro FM 97.7 Lagos 15th November 2015 where he performed one of his poems titled PASSION WITH NO ACTION and he was also interviewed on rhythm FM 93.3 Lagos 28th February 2016 three days after his birthday 25th February where he also performed his poem titled Full Of Strength- FOS. Both interviews and voicing were under vividverses.

He's the C.E O of Citadel of Life, a pioneer of Ghetto city of poetry, an active member and contributor of Peregrine Reads, Poets in Nigeria PIN, Figure of speech FOS, the poetry court, writers connect, talented poets, transformed family, 663 academy, words, rhymes and rhythm, literaNation, writers lodge, doveline poetry, ODP-African poets and vivid verses.

You can reach him through Tel: +2348180861170
and +2349098285261
Facebook: Sunsampaul Egwu
Twitter: @sunsaint96
Pinterest: Sunday Egwu

He has written many books to the nation
Such as W.O.S(words of
salvation),W.O.T(words of transformation),W.O.W
(words of wisdom),W.O.E(words of
encouragement) that are undergoing editing.
He's the writer and author of the African folktale IKENNA AND THE ZEBRA (2014) with grammatical construction that aid the English of children and youths with graphical and artistic illustrations and glossary.

Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher has released his audio poem album titled I WEEP(2016) under the influence of Prince Ifeanyi Dike in Greenage Studio Allen Avenue, Ikeja

Tune in to participate in this stylistic and sizzling tutorial from Sunsampaul

Date: 28-03-16

Time: 8pm

Venue: Citadel of Life(whatsapp class)

To join send a whatsapp message to
Sunsampaul- +2348180861170
Akindele- +2348176370504

Day 2(29-03-16)
TOPIC: Realizing your full potential

TUTOR: Chinonye J. Chidolue (@Nonyewrites)

ABOUT THE TUTOR:

Chinonye J. Chidolue is a motivational writer/ speaker, poet, script writer, self-development blogger, and an all-round Lover of arts.
She is also the founder and CEO of Peregrine Reads , an online fast-growing literary platform that promotes creativity and passion in arts by brings together different works of creativity and engaging her audience with motivational life-changing articles, inspiring words of poetry, creative stories and stories on those that have achieved success in their different fields of expertise.
She also uses Peregrine Reads to help literary enthusiasts enrich their craft and promote great literary content, by organising creative contests and campaigns some of which are “12 Days of Christmas poetry challenge”, “Patriots for change creativity contest” and “Child-Hero” short story contest (a part of her campaign for the less-privileged children which she initiated as a means of creating a widespread consciousness of the needy children in the society).
She has shared her works and has been interviewed on different literary and motivational platforms as “Poets in Nigeria” and “The Pink Network’s “Woman to watch”. She also shares insights at different gatherings of creatives and online groups.

DATE: 29-03-16

TIME: 08:00pm

VENUE: Citadel of life(whatsapp class)

Don't even miss this tutorial, for it is going to be interactive

To join send a whatsapp message to +2348180861170

Day 3(30-03-16)
TOPIC: EDIFICATION FROM THE ANT

TUTOR: KAGOMBERO BRIAN

ABOUT THE TUTOR:

Kagombero is a believer in Christ. He is a young medical student at Makerere University, Uganda. He is completing a Bachelor of Science degree in Speech and Language Therapy.

Kagombero is also a speaker, writer and musician. He loves poetry, reading a wide variety of literature and nature watching. He loves children. He also loves empowering people in his community.

Kagombero is a member of Medical Face International, an organisation that provides medical services through camps and conferences in Uganda

Kagombero is an ardent supporter of the Uganda Cranes. He also supports Manchester United.

DATE: 30-03-16

TIME: 8pm

VENUE: Citadel of life(whatsapp class)

Don't dare miss this life changing lecture. It is just what you've been waiting for all along.

To join send a whatsapp message to +2348180861170
+2348176370504

Day 4(31-03-16)
TOPIC: THE MIND; The writer's creative workshop.
TIME: 8pm

TUTOR: Edwina Neofloetry

ABOUT THE TUTOR:

Edwina 'Neofloetry' is a PH based spokenword poet. She is mult-talented, a Professional freelance beauty consultant (Makeup Artist) and a total Arts lover: a Playwright/Scriptwriter, stage/screen actress. She is one of the Co-founders of the fast rising poetry movement; Figures Of Speech (FOS).

Edwina is an ardent observer of the principles of life. She considers herself a life coach/motivator towards teenagers and young adults alike

The Cause Of My Cause(a poem by Akindele Akintola)

To the mother of mother, 

I say a trillion thank you,
For giving birth to my mother,
She who takes after you,
How u took care of ur children,
When young was a story to my ear,
Mama you are rear,
Seeing the way you labour for your grown up children, I pray thee long life with healthiness,
Am ready to fulfill ur dreams of a house in ur prominent city Ibadan,
Mama I pray God grant me the power so I can,
As he has power and control over everything,
Shout out to Mama olanike,
The cause of my cause

To you iya mi,
I remember your weekly Friday gift back then,
My body not usually the same on Saturday morning,
Yet you still prepare dishes on Monday morning,
Even though another set of gifts await on Friday,
Countless money kidnap to purchase horseman and soldiers,
Yet  you act like you don't know,
After threat of me washing my clothes myself,
If I put on more than 5 clothes a day,
I disobey coz I know you will wash it,
Mama you took care of me till now,
You taught me how to cook,
I can't pay you back in this universe,
But hopes God will help me pay the little I can while you live.
A billion years shall be one for you my magnificent QUEEN .

LET'S MAKE LOVE BEAUTIFUL(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

¶
When your love is divine, it goes with the vine.
Its mouth speaks peace more than a mouth piece.
It embraces the truth with solid root.
It becomes beautiful not a beauty fool.
Its face glows and dodges every blows.

¶¶
Love is unique, when it has the Godly ink.
Don't burn love in sex and call it phone sex
Don't stain the immaculate garment of love with lust.
Send the oesophagus of love to the poor not Paul.
Embrace the cloud of giving without season.

¶¶¶
Love is God, and God is love,
why lock your lip with another without observing matrimony?
Love shouldn't be purchased by magic money
Or do you think it's for one to get horny,
Or be called honey cos you're with money.

¶¶¶¶
Love is divine, taste and see it's a tasteful wine.
Let's dine and wine as one not swine
Let's be united and we shall stand.
Let's help those in the slum.
Let's make love beautiful, for love is divine.

¶¶¶¶¶
I'll accept love in the best way.
Love begins with me.
I'll extend my hands yo the needy and show them what I need do.
By putting a smile on their faces
Cos love begins with me.

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#WorldPoetryDay
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21-03-16

Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher is a poet, instrumentalist, published writer and a computer science student. He's a pioneer of Ghetto City of Poetry and the founder of Citadel of Life, a  lover of children and a life changer with the zeal of helping souls in the slum,  he also  lecture lads and lasses in writing. He started writing when he was six years. He has 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 yet to publish them. He has published one of his novels titled IKENNA AND THE ZEBRA. it is an African folktale. He loves reading books like prose, poetry, drama, bible etc and he love blogging. He blog@ www.citadeloflife.blogspot.com
Email: sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com. facebook: Sunsampaul Egwu. Tel: 08180861170
Twitter: @sunsaint96

I WAS SOAKED(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

I was soaked by the sound hissing water,
Falling from the clouded sky with haste.
Whipping me with whips that paste,
Leaving me to shiver like a busy river,
Creating zebra crossings with no rival,
That clustered my face like a closed louver.

I was soaked by the forlorn promises
Of those honey badgers.
Whose Spittles painted my lips pink.
Those Spittles are lies that taste like ink,
Leaving me in the thighs of regret,
As they gallop and wink.

I was soaked by the acidic deceits of those wolfs.
Who are poly thieves in politics,
Clapping their hands to cover the truth,
Sitting on lies to kill the root of truth.

I was soaked by the pathetic sufferings of those gaffers.
Whose progenies have deserted them,
Leaving them to burry their heads in the dungeon of poverty.

I was soaked by the blasting wails of those little girls,
Who passed through excruciating pains.
Their prides become places of rides,
Thunder clap shying from their faces in shame.

I was soaked by the sizzling sermon
Of one man one woman,
When one woman can't satisfy one man.
Same woman fail to produce a male offspring,
And the man can't chop, if he fails to be in his workshop.
Can one woman produce Fourteen offsprings?
Man need to taste different soup,
Same way their predecessors did.

I was soaked by those banging sounds
That proceeded from Buchi's room.
Those sounds gave me sleepless night,
Coupled with the moaning and groaning caller tunes.
That kept me wondering
What they might be doing.

I was soaked by those blasting booming sounds of boko's alarm.
That almost deafen my ear drum,
Putting many souls in low syndrome.
Fear killed many,
Those blast injured many,
And many were buried in the catacombs unprepared.

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#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
14-03-16

WHAT IF(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

What if
I decided to bring back my childhood play,
And jump up and down
In the dirty river in the slum
With my buddies.
Would you've labelled me a dirty pig?

What if
Those moment past,
Reminds me of the goodies of life.
When I don't know the torment of heart break
Until she left me for another guy,
Just cos she is in need of money and not to be called honey.

What if
Those moment when Chelsea used to be blue sea had past,
It's now time for them to feed from their faeces,
And suffer the sufferings of suffer heads.

What if
The boom boom sounds of boko's alarm,
Turned overnight into the angels' trumpet of rapture.
And out of fear you all went to hide yourselves,
Leaving only me to be ruptured.

What if
I galloped to the part of Cleo patra,
And sounded like Shakespeare.
Same voice my father used.
Landed him in the judiciary.

What if
The wind sings,
And the zincs play the sound of ocarina.
Even my bed hugs me and I'm in the cold arm of cold,
Shivering like a baby with high fever,
When the rain, rain heavily.

What if
Night comes and we all waited for day.
Day refuse to surface
Only for us to notice, it's the end time.

What if
After writing all these poems,
I still didn't live to witness my name being celebrated.
Same way Achebe's name is being celebrated in his absence.

What if
My prowess created a muse to you
And you hid them in your cocoon.
Just to prevent me from knowing I've touched souls with my prowess.

What if
I'm not a poet,
Would you've been my friend,
Or even glance at my pieces?
Would you've even listened to my audios
Or demanded for my voicing?

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11-03-16

CHANGE HAS COME(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

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Now that change has come.
I'll sail through the deadly moon of our ancestors,
to appease the gods of the forest.
So our sisters will return to us not with horse.
¶¶
I'll raise my fist to punch the cloud,
and rain down thunder to strike those who decide to put asunder,
and those who refused to surrender.
¶¶¶
I'll paint an ugly smiling face on those hooligans.
Whose noses are longer than their hands,
to smell the progress of others and cause a heavy downfall.
¶¶¶¶
Now that change has come.
I'll send the bomb blast of my bomb
to bomb those boko bombers;
whose boom boom sounds are giving us heart attack.
¶¶¶¶¶
I'll gallop into the catacomb of those sages, maestros and gaffers,
whose works are yet to be accomplished.
And I'll swallow the stars to become a shining star.
¶¶¶¶¶¶
I'll change the changes of those who need change.
And bend the oesophagus of those in poly-thief.
To vomit our money they deposited in their rainbows.
¶¶¶¶¶¶¶
Now that change has come.
I'll cause the rain to rain down acid rain on earth.
And wash away the scene-full sins of sinners.
So the sun will doff its hat and the cloud bow in respect.
¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶
I'll raise my placard in the market at night,
until my eyes taste the lip of light;
where peace will be with no pieces
And unity will surround our smiles,
As nemesis crush those boko bombers.
¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶
I'll raise my voice to the heaven
as my knee kiss the floor.
Chanting incantations in supplication,
to behead the strength of those evil doers, leaving them in shambles.
Eradicating the rate of babies breastfeeding babies.
And the taste of sacred nonsense in fornication by the youth.
So the change will be positive and we'll all live in unity, purity, humility and sincerity
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A MAN OF HIS PEOPLE(Dedicated to Prince Ifeanyi Dike) a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu

Like a blowing wind

Bringing fresh air 

Making the mind halcyon

leaving us in good health

This man has portrayed his benevolence

He's a man of his people

He's a true man of his people

His apparel shine bright

It made me saw him even in darkness

His action can't be mention

His words are straight forward

His promises he always fulfilled

He's a man of his word

He's a true man of his words

He's a lover of art

He's a supporter of intellectuals

He's a maestro 

His heart beat the drum of philanthropy

His stunning teeth always shine

He's a man of joy

He's a man of laughter

He's truly a man of laughter

A man, many men should emulate

He's humble and gentle

He barely disregard others

He loves youth and old

He's a lover of human

He's a true lover of human

The shoulder many wish to lean 

The mouth many which to use 

The eye many which to have

The character many struggled for

He's an epitome of goodness

He's truly an epitome of goodness

His goodness he extended to many

Lucky for me, his goodness touched me

More closely, his kindness embraced me

I felt warmth, like a chick under the feather of a hen

He guide me through

He kept to his promise

He's the way to a blissful promise land.

He's truly a way to a blissful promise land

Like a rain drop he showed me love

What many couldn't do, he did for me

His apparel is indeed an immaculate white

No wonder he's called "THE PRINCE"

I'm very grateful 

I'm elated

I'm overwhelmed

You indeed showed me you're a man of his people

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06-03-16

01:52pm‎