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Topic: Hungry Nigerians!

scrutinizing is allowed!

seems Papa Emeka is on o, I wondered with the visible colour of surprise on my face. one would agree the surprise on my face was nearly too much, but who will blame me since even a blind man would notice how much Papa Emeka has lost weight.
it's so amazing see this tall huge fat grab beast man looking so tiny over night that one would nearly confuse him for an electric pole. mhen! This indeed is magical. yoyo bitters or even Chinese slim tea would definitely be amazed at the fast disappearance of flesh from the bones of Papa Emeka.or come to think of it, maybe the bones haff been on low key for too long, now he wan just show himself.
well, what it is I do not know yet but I'm 100% sure I do not want anything of it. aha. la for old age Papa Emeka wan start modeling? and with this rate of slimness, the only product Papa Emeka can model for is Bone o. hehehe wonders shall never end. I smiled.
in the evening, I decided to take a walk around my small area, although many persons in this area would never agree the area is small. but what would you expect me to say na, an area almost everybody knows everybody. in fact, strolling sometimes dey tire me, not cuz im lazy o or cuz leg dey pain me. buh what do you expect, when the only thing you hear in my mouth when I stroll is good evening ma, good evening ma, 3days ago, mum is at home o. ahh! this many greetings and questions are just too much. haba. can't this people just see someone they know pass by without greeting him? I'd think sometimes in my mind, tho my face would be giving fake smiles while I answer all the many greetings. I sometimes fear the people would notice the smile on mah face is fake. lol abegi whatever jor, another mind would comment wid an arrogant voice. I go just bone.
something really seems different about this evening strolling, I've been walking for about 7min now no regular greeting from people again o. I know this was what I wanted, but my dear, I'm starting to get worried o. them Don plan me for this area or did I change so much that they can't recognize me? hmm
now I'm bothered.
what even shock me most is that the ones I even manage to greet would sluggishly wave at me, while others would reluctantly reply with their mouth open but no words could come out.
Ewo!! I nearly exclaimed when I saw aunt Ejiro coming from a distance. I could hardly recognize her o, if not for the pink face cap that is always glued to her head that Lil children started thinking she sew the pink cap to her skull.
fat Sister Ejiro is now slim? aha! which can magic be this I wondered. first Papa Emeka, now sister Ejiro? wait o, have all this people started a 'we must slim down club' here in the area? hmm
something seemed more different with aunt Ejiro as I moved closer to her, her walking step have changed too. hmm cat work? no na. no cat walks like this na. this actually looks like eeen, lemme say a slow motion tortoise fainting walk or something like that. something is indeed wrong. I hurriedly walked back home to ask my mumsy some questions cuz my dear, this is indeed more than be careful.
Afraid haff catch me. no fat person in my area again? something is definitely wrong. since when losing fat dey come alongside with losing strength? one would wonder.
rushing back home I saw Papa Emeka sitting outside on a bench with his back resting on the wall.
good evening sir I greeted. you no go jug today? I questioned.
juggin go kill u o fowl boy, he screamed at me with anger but the words came out as a whisper. I shock.
Mumsy o, what's happening in our area la? no fat person again? and our busy area is la calm and quiet? no greetings from ppl on the road again? hmm weytn dey happen?
mum frowned.
tseew. why u go know weytn dey happen? she said sarcastically.
you'd be in skul we are sending u food stuffs and money everytime, how would u know what's happening in the country? when last you go market?
well, the answer to all your question is Buhari, she sighed and entered her room.
I'm still sitting here trying to connect all the dots but I can't. but maybe you can.
please what does Buhari have to do with this?

timpaker:
Poets or writers you mean?

poets are writers

timpaker:
Poets or writers you mean?

common Poets are writters too. writing is a part of poetry. wait some sec, I'd post you a copy of my poem.

MrsExplorer:


poets are writers

thanks so much. you seem to be vast. u a poet?

timpaker:
Poets or writers you mean?

Heart Break
Curse be the name called love...
Curse be the day I found you...
Curse be him who won't curse you...
And curse be the man that will your curse try to undo....
Without invitation you came to my life...
Decorated my world with beautiful lies.. With your smile of deceit you made me feel all things were fine....
And Like the eclipse of the sun and moon, you complicated my life...
kissed away my happiness...
Stabbed me deeply at the back...
Laid me in your warm chambers and covered me with the cloth of loneliness...
Made me drink from your cup of bitterness...
Called me your king and on my head you placed the crown of reproach...
Made my eyes gaze upon the fire while you secretly made my feet frozen...
Touched me on my soft spot while you playfully got my heart broken...
And like a shooting star, you flew across my face...
Taking away all you never gave...
Leaving me in this lost confused state...
Now alone I sit pondering on my own twisted thought...
Dressed with the robe of shame...
Loved by pain...
Kissed by hate...
Drunk with tears....
Stabbed deeply with the spear of loneliness...
Watching my own heart slowly bleed to death...
Oh!!! Love....
Is this the true definition of you
Is this the 'lived happily ever after' they ones fore told
Why lead me to thy destructive part
Why come at first if you know it wouldn't last
Curse oh curse be this evil you...
Curse be this eyes who couldn't stop gazing at you
And curse oh curse be this heart who still can't stop loving you...
Cursed be you...
Ever found your self in this condition? © 2 years ago, Imoisi David

that was my first ever online production

sirdayve:
thanks so much. you seem to be vast. u a poet?

yup i am

MrsExplorer:


yup i am

aww that's cool. you like the first Nigerian poet I've had contact with. do you have any work online so I can read maybe?

Must the topic be on "Hungry Nigerians"?

macfish101:
Must the topic be on "Hungry Nigerians"?

you wanna suggest another topic? well you can. we will all write

sirdayve:

you wanna suggest another topic? well you can. we will all write

nope....the topic is cool just wanted to be clear on it.

macfish101:
nope....the topic is cool just wanted to be clear on it.

oops. I see. I await to see the bravery of your pen.