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)

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
#WorldPoetryDay
#WorldDownSyndromeDay
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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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

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