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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

BE YOURSELF, NOT A WANNABE(a flash fiction by Sunsampaul Egwu)

    Janet an undergraduate, studying Economics in the prestigious
university of Ibadan loves fashion a lot. No doubt she's beautiful and
fair in complexion. She has three friends in her campus, Sandra,
Nonye, and Bimbo.

    Nonye came from a rich home while Sandra and Bimbo came from
average families. Janet whose father is dead and mother is a pauper
who subsisted on what ever she realized from the tomatoes she sold in
the market. Janet two siblings are dropouts because her mother want
her being the first child to complete her education, get a good job
and sponsor her siblings in school.

   Regularly Janet will boast of being the daughter of the Owner of an
oil company. She flaunt many things she don't have as her own. She
borrowed clothes from her other friends in another institutions to
show up herself. She rode different cars into the campus claiming they
belong to her father. She always ride a jeep.

   On a fateful day. She was spotted by Sandra when she was coming
down from a jeep she always flaunt in campus. She was hugging the man
when Sandra approached her. "Janet is this your father" she asked.
"Yes this is my father" she replied. The potbellied man entered the
jeep and zoom off. Sandra was speechless for some seconds, before she
could utter any word. Janet quickly cut in. " Oh! I forgot to tell you
girls, my Dad want to change the jeep for me, I called him I need
another one" she said. Knowing she was lying, Bimbo swallowed her
saliva in a bit to show signs that Janet was  blatantly lying.

    For two week Janet's friend didn't see her again in campus.  When
they eventually found a girl Janet once told Bimbo happens to be her
cousin. They persuaded her to take them to where Janet rich parent
lives. On getting there it dawned on them that their friend, Janet was
a green snake under the green grass and a chronic wannabe. They came
down from Nonye's car and found Janet in a dirty room with dirty kids,
putting on dirty clothes, eating dirty food, with dirty hands. They
were speechless and Janet was shocked. She never imagined her life to
be this messed up with lies. Her friends quickly took their leave.

    In the evening of the subsequent day, Janet went back to the
campus apologizing to her friends, in the process of doing that she
was attacked by a woman in her fifties with a mighty slap on her cheek
that added a reddish mark on it. She fell on the floor instantly.
Before her friends could hold the woman, she pounds on Janet and
started warning her to stay away from her husband and face her study.
That she can't afford sharing her husband with lunatic and prostitute
like her. She warned Janet not to ever enter that Jeep bought for her
by her husband. This was the same jeep Bimbo saw with Janet when she
said her dad was taking it to bring her another one. The woman spat on
Janet and immediately snatched the key from her.

   Crowd clustered the place of the scene, her friends was ashamed of
keeping such kind of girl as a friend. They quickly left the scene,
leaving her on the floor to face her warrant.

     Janet got up in excruciating pains with dirt on her clothes. She
sustained bruises and strains. And later gave a deep thought of her
life not to be a wannabe. She said to herself "it's better to be
myself than to be a wannabe".

      Two days later she went to her friends as a prodigal girl.
Pleading and pleading for forgiveness. The other two snubbed her, and
later they started abusing and calling her names but Nonye retorted
saying " She was our friend I know but she has learnt her lesson, that
it's better to be yourself than to be a wannabe, let's forgive her and
accept her back as our friend because to hell is human and to forgive
is divine". Hearing this, the heart of the other two melted and they
forgave Janet and promised to be on the lookout so she won't go back
to her vomit.

     Janet changed to be a good girl. She became serious with her
study and a truthful being, she never got herself into trouble and the
other girls assisted her siblings in schooling so the load won't be
heavy on their friend Janet. This added smile on the physiognomy of
Janet's mother. And she said " good friends are better than wealth,
being yourself is uniqueness not a pride".

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher

ONE GOOD TURN, DESERVES ANOTHER(a flash fiction by Sunsampaul Egwu)

   In the outskirt of a dilapidated village, where many people find it
unbearable to survive. Many died of diseases like cholera, typhoid and
malaria, they've been bitten by bed bugs, even mosquitoes and
termites, they barely tell their children tales by moonlight because
there was no lamp to bring fort light in the night.

   Parents of the children were paupers, whish made the children
unable to go to school. Mazi Ezekiel lives as a farmer in the that
same village, he has only one surviving son, Henry, who survived from
the diseases that killed his three siblings.

   Mazi Ezekiel also suffered this conditions in generation when he
was a child like Henry. He had a friend called John whom they both
suffered in the remote village, running all errand for aged people so
they can get tips from them. But John was lucky to be taken by one of
the children of Ma Uloma, an octogenarian who was one of the aged
women him and Mazi Ezekiel both ran errands for.

   John was trained by one of Ma Uloma sons up to his university
level, he was employed in a big oil company as a staff earning big
amount of money as salary and also deriving allowances mistimes. He
has three boys and a girl as his children and a beautiful wife living
with him in Abuja.

   For long he has not visited his village even though he always sent
money to his father and relatives. He taught the village must have
been civilized but not knowing it was still the way he left it. A
thought came to him to visit his long time friend Mazi Ezekiel who in
a time helped him revived his sick father when they were both lads.
His father was suffering from malaria so Mazi Ezekiel went to sell the
only hen in his own father's hut to buy some drugs for John's father.

  In the morning of the subsequent day. John headed for his village,
on getting there he visited his father and family, show them love, he
came with his wife and children. As the evening came he quickly went
to the house he was told Mazi Ezekiel now lives. Seeing each other,
they couldn't recognize each other. John said to Mazi Ezekiel that he
came in search of his old childhood friend named Ezekiel, not knowing
he was the person in question. After much shocked from Ezekiel,
hearing the side of John as he narrated his departure and success, he
was convinced that this is indeed John, his childhood friend. He then
said to John "I'm Ezekiel, whom you seek". They both embraced each
other and went into Ezekiel's hut.

     Ezekiel narrated to John how he lost his wife and other children
and how it has been difficult for him and his only surviving son
Henry. After hearing his story, John became sobber, he said to his
friend "one good turn, deserves another, you saved my father's life,
I'll give you and your son a good living." He also assured his friend
that all is well, he promised to take him and his son Henry to Abuja
so they can have a better life.

  Two days later, all plans has already been made, so they all set for
the journey. They arrived successfully and John fulfilled all his
promises. He rented a befitting apartment for his friend and enrolled
his son Henry in a good school. He also got a good job for his friend
Ezekiel that made light shone on Mazi Ezekiel's face. His physiognomy
became blazing and he was happy. Henry grew to be a strong man, he was
successful and graduated in the university after some years as a
medical doctor. He always make sure he visited John's family and as
well he always make his father proud and happy. He was obedient,
respectful, hardworking and Godfearing.

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher

TIT FOR TAT(a flash fiction by Sunsampaul Egwu)

   It was a sunny day in the hot afternoon around 2pm. Suddenly the
weather changed and everywhere became dark, mighty wind blew away the
roof of some houses, children started running like it has started
raining. The wind was so much in speed that it blew away the lads and
lasses with light weight.

   Uche, a little boy with so much enthusiasm to become great in life,
was among the boys running into the hut around for prevention of the
rain. They were already many children inside the hut that has been
abandoned by the owner, Mr Joachim the palm wine tapper.

  As people continue to run. A notorious village tout called James was
busy stealing people's purse in the market, thereafter running to a
cocoon where he later removed the money from the purse, after which he
will go to his hideout to know how much he derived from his strenuous
and risky task of stealing.

     James being an under graduate that was also a dropout. He stopped
schooling as a  sophomore and he started stealing when things became
difficult for him. He lost his parent during his first year in
University. Due to the circumstances that befell him, his uncles
refused to train him. So he found himself with bad gangs that led him
into stealing.

   As James was running to his hideout after putting all the money
into his back pocket, he outran Uche who was running away from the
rain. Suddenly the all the  money fell from James's back pocket. James
continued running without knowing that the money has fallen. Uche who
saw when the money fell, quickly ran to the spot, bent down and picked
the money. He knew James as a notorious criminal who subsisted in what
ever in realized from what he stole.

   Uche deduced, since James is a no-good fellow, then he must have
stolen the money, he decided  not to give him the money back, he
became happy because he has been hungry since the early crack of the
dawn. He quickly hid the money and whispered to himself "Tit for tat,
you stole the money, now you loose the money to me".

   James on getting to his hideout eventually discovered that the
money has fallen somewhere he didn't know, after searching all part of
his body. He became furious because it was raining heavily and there
was no way he can go back in search of the fallen money he stole.

  He was in dilemma and later decided it was indeed not destined for
him to have that money successfully to him sell. He gave a deep
thought about his life and future, and how he was doing good in school
before the circumstances befell him. He decided to stop stealing and
cast his gaze on God who has before now gave a pry on the life style
of James which happens to be a life lessons to many.

  After three months of hardworking in a building construction site.
James's education and training was sponsored by the owner of the
building who saw a good potential in him. James was happy and thanks
God for his life, being a lesson to many.

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher


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Written by
Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
Chief Editor of Nounbook
And CEO of Citadel of Life

Saturday, August 13, 2016

MY OLD NECKLACE(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Dangling on the bed,
I saw you shining like the bright morning star.
Your appearance made me want to smile,
Even if I will have to travel a thousand mile.

I found you amidst diamonds,
My old necklace you are like almond.
Just like the old rugged cross
You shine more than that of Rick Ross.

My old necklace
You are the dancing tunnel,
Your shape is a miraculous funnel.
You enclose me in a big circle,
And made me rode of tricycle.

You clustered me with promises,
Wiping away all my nemesis.
You are the circle while I'm the square,
You mingle with me while I was single.

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher

SONGS OF LIFE(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

This poem is a song,
It's not an ordinary poem.
But a poem with a big gong,
To bless you with resounding puns.

To felicitate with you,
Pushing out worries from you.
And giving you full of hopes,
By setting you free from your enemies' ropes.

A trumpet in beat of crotchet,
Punching clouds for your sake.
To rain down rain of everlasting blessings,
And fill your physiognomy with stunning smile.

Listen to its words,
They are with their swords.
To fight for you as Knights,
They are not tired even in the night.

They spark and emit light,
Very stunning and bright.
Just to make sure you're alright,
And make your wrongs right.

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher

Monday, August 1, 2016

APPLE OF LOVE(a duet by Sunsampaul d PHILOSOPHER ‪# and Silva Epitome Mhiz Word)

Sunsampaul d PHILOSOPHER
i have found an Apple that suits my sample.. i don't wanna make mistake of a lost take.. That's why I decided to let this Apple know in time
Silva Epitome (Mhiz Word)
This Apple that suits your sample
Is one Apple that's got dimples
Spreading fast like wrinkles
Its so weak and feeble
Only an understanding heart that's not feeble can attempt to smile at this dimpled apple
Sunsampaul d PHILOSOPHER
I saw all it Creamy, loving angelic, soft, positive dimple. but i saw no wrinkle. Because it's dimple sooth my simple heart
I wish this apple decide to live in my abode
I would have made it feel the side of my love side
That comes with full side of good sides
Silva Epitome (Mhiz Word)
This Apple lies where ancients sing the hymns
The worries that gave this Apple that dimple
Is one none can fanthom
Cause in just one night it came like a phantom
And took away this Apple's don tom
Sunsampaul d PHILOSOPHER
how i wish.. i can have a taste of this sweet Apple that shines like Silva and an Epitome of good fragrance.. i cant wait to have a feel of this Apple round my lips
And my teeth are jittery for one bite from this Apple
Silva Epitome(Mhiz Word)
This Apple's got a sweet sexy inviting taste
Will you relish this Apple's taste?
Kola last long only in the mouth of those who value it
She's got worth she's got prestige she's got value
And she's got a heart to love
Sunsampaul d PHILOSOPHER
if she's got a heart to love
why would this Apple feel weak towards love why is this Apple not strong in facing nature at where it has placed it
why would such Apple feel confused on who its heart choose
allow this chosen man eat a bite
I wish this apple remain in my mouth for eternity
And make me eat the virginity of it purity
That will lead to my unity
With it's simplicity
Silva Epitome(Mhiz Word)
This bite that bite one bite can make or mar the difference
This bite could draw you close
This bite could push you far
One bite could be all
One bite could be nothing
But her bite has got a worth
Cause a heart indeed she's got
Sunsampaul d PHILOSOPHER
Oh! This Apple's got my tear
See how it makes me fear
What to do if this Apple gets hurt
Can I die if this little Apple loses her hut?
You make me shed tears
Alas my tears for love
And if indeed this Apple's got a heart then grant me this one wish
I wish my wish becomes your wish
To grant me this very wish of which I wish to have this Apple in my heart
Silva Epitome(Mhiz Word)
Do not doubt her existence treasure it
Do not weep for her wrinkled dimples understand it
Do not stand clasped hand at her misfortune praise her for it for indeed she's got a heart to love and love forever she will at this man who's made her first on his wish list
Duet not Duel
#Sunsampaul d PHILOSOPHER
#Silva Epitome(Mhiz Word)

MARIAN SHRINE ‪(a duet by Sunsampaul‬ d Philosopher and Adams)

Sunsampaul d PHILOSOPHER

Neck cracking, throat choking,

rendering renditions to the lady unseen

Lady stunning in her garment

Caressing my skin with her nails.

Mouth murmuring , teeth gnashing

All in ecstasy of her assumption.


Her very day of glory

Which will mark our story

It started before she assumed

When she went to Cana and the wine was consumed

The couples came to Marian shine

And receive abundance of wine.

Sunsampaul d PHILOSOPHER

I long for her, more than my mum

Her Supremacy transformed my emergency

Blowing my thought of fallacies

To that of ecstasies

Prophecies in magnanimity

Swallowing d semen of divinity.


I will continue to speak of her

She has gone but remains not too far

In all my pains and distress

When i seek for success

I still sneak into her shrine

Reminding her of that precious time

When it was not his time

Yet she made him pay the fine.

Sunsampaul d PHILOSOPHER

I will lift my sound city voice to render a magnified praises to her

Her simplicity brought us humility

Her virginity brought us purity

Her sincerity brought us honesty

Her divinity brought us loyalty.


I stand dumb to render her virtues.

Her candor and simple reticence

Her simplicity is an experience

Her nobility affable

Her generosity laudable

Sunsampaul d PHILOSOPHER

This is what I know

Her meekness is sweeter than milk

Licking my lips as I sip

From the fountain of life in her shrine,

The wine of twelve apostles with which I dined

Knowing her loving lip has caress my lip

Her majesty in my loyalty

I honour her in sovereignty

Ave Maria!


Gratia plena i sing

Ora pro nobis peccatoribus.. we ring

Running to Marian shrine everyday

So we invite all good friends in their needs

To join us in this race today

To the Marian shrine of hope.

Courtesy: Sunsampaul La Philosophos et Adams

Duet not Duel by

#Sunsampaul d Philosopher



FR33ZINPAUL(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Alone in the citadel of life

I sat in loneliness of poetry

Then freezing came

Caressing my soft growing bard on my chin

I freezes and groan in Ecstasy

That when I know I found a lovable friend

Freezing my hands to my bic

Freezing my book to my desk

Freezing my feet in Arthub

I encounter a real FREEZER. FR33ZINGPAUL

They call him 33

I call him Freezing

A handsome negro

Whom girls long for

As Cleo patra long for immortality.

Just to get to the height of his majesty

To praise the almighty Trinity in the holy city

A bard of lovable rhymes

A lad of muse that fuss and amuse

A gem of strong background

Whose back has never touch the ground

A pal to my philosophical mentality

A genius to my catholiticum, cathedraticum and evangelicum

Freezing you added smiles to my life

As I celebrate with you today

Billi and Willi my dogs freeze in cold

Judges in TPC write with joy

Ambassadors of GCP cast a muse to your day

I, Sunsampaul d Philosopher dedicate this to you.

Freezing who loves open mic

Opening the mic in his mind

Mike call on him for fight

But freezing turn it down at night

A humble knight with numerous light

He fight not with any being

A dude of many muse

Lover of children

Friend maker

Trouble shooter

Goal getter

Aid giver

News watcher

Love player

Muse maker

You have the characteristics of mine

That why you are FreezingPaul and am Sunsampaul

You being my namesake is not a mistake

The trumpet of your birthday I take will never be a fake

You hardly make a fake of your freezing lake

I sat on my dog's cage to jot your cake

My muse, I give you to take

In spite of the make

I know we won't break

In poetry we shall wake

Basking in the order of mass

I book mass for your day

Just as today is good day

All your days shall be better days.

But today I will make your best day

Just as Deus has made it your birthday

This day I write you

I will published the muse of your own days

As I wrote, my eyes full of sleep.

I vowed to celebrate with you

In the anthology of my next Publish poems the next day

My humility in ecstasy

My Ecstasy in loyalty

My sincererity in majesty

I will keep our bond of dignity

In the divinity of the almighty

So the trinity will make it last even in his holy city

I love you Freezing Paul my namesake

All right reserved.

©Sunsampaul d Philosopher



MY COUNTRY, MY EVERYTHING(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Tears of joy drop in droplet from my swollen eyes

My voice gone from the shout I have made

I cant sleep due to unending melancholic news

That still didnt kept me from moving forward

Emancipates us all

So we cherish the goodies of this blessed nation

I never go hungry even in the space of scarcity

I have never been poor

Even though I live where pauper lives

I mourn for the aborted foetus in this nation

Who could have become

A stronghold to our direction

Taken us out of seduction, reduction and evil elections

I mourn for the adopted girls, adopted in chibok

Whom could have been

Great Solutionists to our solutions

To render renditions to todays independence celebration .

The beauty of them all

Make lads long for their friendship

I miss the chibok girls

Am happy because

am here to save the slum

I can count babies giving birth to babies

Due to no knowledge of keeping their virginity

Rape raped the lasses

Raping my muse with fuss

I refuse to lodge in their apartment of nemesis

Nor to listen to their bogus prophecies

All in the forlorn fallacies of negative ecstasies

My country, my everything

I lived and eat in this nation

I will be a dominator to a better population

Creating solutions

And making promotions

To our those under demotion

I love this nation of

Oil wealth

The giant of Africa

The pillar of less sepulcher.

The aroma of hope

Lies between the thighs of this nation

Am proud to be a patriot of this nation

This is the day,

That Our nation sings

This is the day

That the liberty bell starts to ring

This is the day

We all start to remember

What We stand for

and to celebrate our Independence

We stand up high, as We

All start to cry

As we think about,

All that died

For you, for me, for our whole country

Risking there life

Each and everyday here is a salute

To all that lay ...


®Reserved for Independence

#Sunsampaul d Philosopher


NB: At early crack of the dawn wrote this poem in sleepy eyes and cold palm


ENJAMBMENT(an online lecture by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Enjambment is an important aspect majorly in poetry
We av three major genre of literature, they are drama, prose and poetry.
But enjambment in poetry is a sensible case.
Enjambment is the continuation of a sentence or
clause over a line-break. If a poet allows all the
sentences of a poem to end in the same place
as regular line-breaks, a kind of deadening can
happen in the ear, and in the brain too, as all the
thoughts can end up being the same length.
Enjambment is one way of creating audible
interest; others include caesurae, or having
variable line-lengths.
Enjambment is one way poets can manipulate
the rhythm of their poems.
The rhythm in poetry is often created by
meter , which is the specific pattern of
stressed syllables in a poem. Remember a
stressed syllable is simply the one you
emphasize when you say the word. For
instance, the word poetry has three syllables;
the first syllable, 'po' contains the emphasis
and so is the stressed syllable. The other two
syllables are unstressed. Poets use the
stresses on words to create the meter or beat
of a poem. So what does this have to do with
Well enjambment occurs when a syntactic unit
does not end within the metrical pattern. Let's
break that definition down to simpler terms. In
prose you write in sentences, there is no
specific beat and you end your thought with a
period or another end mark. In poetry, you
write in lines, each with a specific pattern of
beats. Each line in a poem does not have to
be a full sentence. Thus, the thought or
syntactic unit does not have to be all in one
line. Enjambment occurs when a poet breaks
the normal beat and continues the meaning to
another line.
The true use of enjambment is best seen
through examples, so lets analyze some
Look at this poem
"My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety."
Let's first look at the punctuation, which can
hint at enjambment. Which lines do not end
with some sort of punctuation? You can see
that lines one and eight have no end
punctuation. Reread line one:
My heart leaps up when I behold
What did he behold? Is the whole thought
there? In this poem, we do not see what the
narrator is beholding until we continue on to
the next line. Line two shows that he is
beholding a rainbow. This is enjambment.
If you stopped at the end of line one, you
would not get the whole picture. The same
goes for line eight:
And I could wish my days to be
What does he want his days to be? You don't
learn that until you move on to the next line.
Thus, lines one and eight portray enjambment.
The other lines are all end-stopped lines , each
one has a pause at the end marked by
punctuation. The punctuation easily helps a
reader realize a pause is needed.
However, it is important to note that not all
poets use punctuation to indicate enjambment.
Always check the meaning of the lines to
ensure it is a true enjambment.
This poem also has
What happens to a
dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load?
Or does it explode?
Look closely at line two:
"Does it dry up"
This line is another example of enjambment;
this simile  a dropped dream
to a raisin drying in the sun, starts in line two
and continues into line three.
Look over the
rest of the poem. Can you spot any more
examples of enjambment? This poem is a
good example of how enjambment does not
always have to lack ending punctuation. Lines
four and seven both end with a dash but each
shows enjambment by continuing its meaning
onto the next line.
This is why you always
need to check the meaning of the lines to tell
whether enjambment has been used.
Thank you for your time.