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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#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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

NNEM (Dedicated to My Mother, Mrs. Leticia Egwu) a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu

Nnem

Before now, you washed me clean

Even when I gave you sleepless night

You never deserted me

You cuddled me 

You played with me

Those play I always love

You nursed me

Nnem

Before now, you always plant a kiss on my forehead

You find pleasure in locking your lip in mine

You caressed me in romantic style

Your succulent breast I sucked with great pleasure

Nnem

Before now, with every measure 

I bounced n your belly at night

When the milk get little 

I bite those succulent breast

My soft tender hands 

Squeezed those juicy milk 

Out of your succulent breast

Still they never fall flat like slippers

They were always bubbling like bobby

Nnem

Before now, you always chase me to read my books

You told me readers are leaders

You helped me solve my home works

I remember in primary five you taught me Pythagoras theorem

You're indeed a good teacher to me

Nnem

Before now, night use to be moonlight tales for me and my siblings

I remember that wonderful folktale

You and Nnam told me in the dark

Same folktale inspired me to write and publish my own folktale ' Ikenna and the Zebra'

Nnem

Before now, you always force me to morning masses

You never fail to report my misconducts to Rev.Fr.Richmond

You scolded each time I erred

Those lashes created zebra crossing on my back

Same lashes drew me back to normality

Nnem

Before now, you celebrated your 54th birthday

Silver nor gold I couldn't give to you

But I remember I did planted a hot kiss on your forehead

I cracked jokes with you

And reminded you of those lovely folktales 

You always present to me.

Nnem

Before now, you sucked the liquid bombs out from my nostrils

You refuse to sleep when I'm awake

You put on me a crucifix

You taught me how to say the CATENA 

You always remind me to recite the ROSARY

You always draw those soft ears of mine

That I shouldn't forget to say thank you to God and humans.

Nnem

Now I promise never to let you down

You must reap from your labour

You must see my children 

You must never look sad

Your days although must be halcyon

God's provision and protection will be upon you

All the days of your life

And you shall dwell in the house of the lord

Forever and ever

Amen

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#Happy mother's day

06-03-16

11:43pm

HIT BANGER>>> TWO THRILLING AUDIO POEMS COMING ON 21ST MARCH 2016 FROM GRACIANO ENWEREM

While poets all over the world will be celebrating World Poetry Day on the 21st of this month, they shall also be enjoying two sizzling poems by Graciano.

This is because on that same day, "12 Million.Nonsense" and "What Nigerians Want", all by Graciano Enwerem shall be released that same day. When asked why he chose the date for the release of the twin warriors, he revealed that it is not really down to just the World Poetry Day celebrations but he chose the date to honor his friend, Ife Olujuyigbe whose birthday falls on same day especially after her conquests at the flash fiction challenge, "Blackout".

Graciano Enwerem {Grrraciano} is a Spoken Word poet, writer and teacher. A graduate of English And Literary Studies, Imo State University. He's the winner of War Of Words 3, YouPoetry Slam, 9 times winner of Sea View's Poetry Challenge, Winner Of War Of Words Online slam 1 and cofounder of Figures Of Speech {F.O.S.}, the first online creative group on whatsapp. 

He's been proffered so many awards which include the SPIC Most Outstanding Achiever Of The Year, 2014, IFA's Atonisona Of Poetry Award, 2015, Creative Writers' Association of Nigeria's Literary Critic of the Year and was also voted the number 1 poet 2016 at the EGC rankings.

      "What Nigerians Want" by Graciano Enwerem is by all standards one of the most hilarious satirical poems of all time. It elucidates almost all the very funny kind of prayers most Nigerians say. Nigeria, being a very religious country is captured in this poem as a country whose sense of humor is limitless as it extends on to the kind of prayers her citizens most likely say. This poem garnered a whopping 10-10-9.5 points in the first round at War Of Words 3, a poetry slam organized by i2x Media in Nigeria. Veekthur the LyricPoet, one of F.O
S.'s finest lyricists is featured in the audio content.

        "12 Million Nonsense" by Graciano Enwerem is one of the most popular poems that made waves in 2014, especially in Nigeria. The poem bares not only the futilty of the National Conference in Nigeria in March, 2014 but also highlights the curruption fecundity embellished therein. The poem, "12 Million Nonsense" amassed a perfect score (10-10-10) in the final round at War Of Words 3, a poetry slam organized by i2x Media and till date has remained one of the fans' favorite of all Graciano Enwerem's poems. MTN subscribers can SMS 046502 to
4100 to get it as their ring back tunes.

Published by Sunsampaul Egwu

WHAT IF I TOLD YOU (a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

What if I told you
I'm not you-man, but human,
Cos if you remove the you , I'm still a man.
For you- man isn't human.
I'm fearfully made with the powerful hands of God.

What if I told you
I'm not a Nigerian,
Even though my accent sound like that of a Fulani cow boy,
And my complexion tally with that of the talented igbo lad.

What if I told you
I'm one of those angels
Sent down from heaven,
To help write about freedom with their pens.
To deliver those in captive,
To behead those sadist
And make the world halcyon.

What if I told you
The evil they're doing
Will lead to  their early grave.
For no sinner shall go unpunished.
And theirs might be worst
If they refuse to desist
Since they find no means to resist.

What if I told you
Black doesn't mean Bad,
Even though they both begin with 'B'.
So let's stop judging by complexion
But by the content of character.

What if I told you
My pen is philosophical,
Penetrating deep into the heart of evil doers,
Devouring your devourers,
Tormenting your tormentors,
Fighting your fighters,
Deceiving your deceivers,
Giving peace to peace makers.

What if told you
Those children in the slum
Die every hour of malaria,
Mosquitoes now their neighbours,
Poverty waving in melancholy,
Cholera beating the drum of bad breathe on them,
Measles and acne smiling  at them.

What if I told you
Our hospitals are downtrodden,
Schools fallen,
Student engaged in malpractices,
Laboratories no where to be found,
Good teachers barely paid.
Yet they need the students to be leaders of tomorrow.

What if I told you
That our daughters suffered from excruciating pains,
Their glory-holes become penetrating holes.
They were raped in pains,
Bounded with chains,
Beaten with canes,
By those wicked women traffickers.

What if I told you
Our brothers who graduated with first class degrees,
Hunting for job for the past six years.
Yet ended up being  bus conductors,
Cos they were not given the chance to prove their intelligence.

What if I told you
Being nice to a girl
Doesn't obligate her
To be romantically attracted to you.
Some are for the money,
Whilst some needed to be horny.
They may even call you honey,
Whilst you're still moaning.
But at the end they'll leave you mourning,
While it's still morning.

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#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
29-02-16
05:31am

I'M WITH MY PEN (a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

I'm with my pen,
My philosophical pen,
Filled with ethics,
Directed by logic,
Lodging in the thighs of epistemology,
Whose metaphysics are unique,
Aesthetics her buddy
That begot different imageries.

I'm with my pen,
My bleeding pen
That speaks of freedom,
Leading us out of dungeon,
Giving life to those in boredom,
Who sanctified those in Sodom
And gave them a new dawn.

I'm with my pen,
My blazing pen,
Whose inks are halcyon,
Painting words with diligence,
Sparking without negligence,
Raping the minds of sadists without resilience.

I'm with my pen,
My touristic pen of hospitality,
Who bears witness to the injustice,
Rendered to the poor populace.
Whom the sun gave a gloomy smile,
Who punctured and tortured the wicked heart of  the wicked ones.

I'm with my pen,
My crafty pen of prowess,
Who devoured those with witchcrafts,
Making them crash like a plane crash.
She flies high like an aircraft,
She's filled with different crafts,
She's never daft,
She's always my map
That begot different maps.

I'm with my pen,
My enthusiastic pen.
Filled with vibrant grease,
Enveloped in succulent fragrance
That muse and fuss her friends,
Abuse and fuse her foes.

I'm with my pen,
My advocative pen,
Who speaks on feminism,
Giving breath to the breathless lasses,
Bestowing hope to our hopeless daughters.
Who fought against rape,
And destroyed those sex tapes.
Who solicited for the end of women trafficking,
Making sure women are treated equally as men.

I'm with my pen,
My halcyon pen,
Whose eyes are open at night,
She neither sleep nor slumber,
She keep on inspiring others.
She's a penfreak,
She's a punster,
She's a ghetto lass,
She's a feminist,
She's a realist,
She's a solicitor,
She's a philosopher,
And I'm Sunsampaul.

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#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
27-02-16
07:23am