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I looked at what i had just written. In one word, flabbergasted. Yours Truely was flabbergasted. I had just written that poetry without thinking twice nor pondering over the words. They just flowed like the words were dancing in the air. Amen church.

So early next morning, thanks to my King Soft Office editing, i forwarded a copy of this work to LovePoet, putting him under oath to tell me exactly what he thought of it. As much as i was shocked, he was amazed. He sure did ask 'who did this?' and when i told him i did, he shower me with praises that left me bedazzled.

Somehow, LovePoet did convince me that this was the best i had done in awhile(in other words, i should get angry often. Laughing out loud).

By now, i was certain of one thing namely i could write again, flawlessly atleast, without the regular hitch and ditch i often faced. This was truely an improvement and at this point, i realised i would never want to go back to d void that i had stuck myself in. It was such a Long emptiness. From the days when that Lady Mrs Graduate had been with my first story to the period when i was almost close to publishing my Yimga story, to my university days, ranging about a total of five years or so, i had loomed in such undermining state of being. And so, at d present, the thought of this new feeling made be determined to stay a writter even if the rest of my works were to end up like my first story or like its Yimga counterpart which at present is still in black and whilte and kept in my shelf like an archeological collection, i was ever ready to do the 'writing thingy'.

To accompany this determination, i thought of making an oath, something like a binding commitment that would keep me bonded with my new writing escapade yet a vow that would not be too far fetched, ridiculous or outrageous. While in thought, i got into writing again

So many a time,
I had sworn to quit
Those times soared in mind
Because i felt i would not get it.
And though i buried it in the depth
Haunted i was till i had sworn
That this time, in life or in death
I promise to go on
And write with indepth
Till i have won


10th October, i knew what my wow would be about. I was determined to write exactly 23 poetries and attach the date of writing of each piece. Now the reason for the twenty three poems would be a poem for a year, for all the years i have lived on earth. This oat wasnt outrageous although in my minds eyes it seem humongous because i did not even have a hand full of poem at that time and i was not a poetry person. The prose was me but not withstanding, the oath was an oath.

Furthermore, to add to that vow, i was determined to let my work reach a wider audience. Right from my early days whatever i wrote was seen only by my mom and maybe two or three other persons. This time around, to the extent i would, i want someone, anyone beyond the circle of my famiky to see my work. I needed to be critised, to be applauded and disdained. I needed the public eye.

And so i thought. I thought about how to publicize these poetries, i thought about how best to get this done, i thought about when and how to begin, i thought of ways to do this. Indeed during this period, i did alot of thinking.

I also wondered too. I wondered which social network would be best to achieve my goal. I wondered how i would succeed without a PC. I wondered if indeed anyone would want to read a boring charade of poetry. I wondered also about the many things i wondered about amd why i wondered about them.

In all these, i did not let random thoughts pass me by. These random thoughts most feuled my innards that i got writting again and this time, for the first time, the poem had a topic and a date and was numbered 7.(if you check back, i have written six poems already)

Broken Bones(7)
Bones are strong
Bones are for support
Bones do the work the whole body dares do.
Bones maketh a man.
But when the bones
Building a man
Ware and tear,
From affliction and confusion
What can you say maketh a man then?

Bones are strong
Bones are for support
Bones do the work the whole body dares do.
But when a friend closer than a brother
And loving as a sister
Breaks down in fighting
Illnesses sinister and harmful,
What can you say maketh life worth living then?

Bones are strong
Bones are for support
Bones do the work the whole body dares do.
But what is a bone
When it lacks nutrients?
No love just bumps
And prolonged loneliness
With fustration and delusion,
What can you say maketh a person not loved?

In every pain and gain then, i only hope that these bones of ours do not foil.{10:10:16}

And eleven days later, after an argument with an Atheist who wanted to prove a fact that neither the Bible nor God were relevant to life, i did this
Poem8
God made man
God made glory
And God made love
Then God made trouble
No! For God never made trouble
But trouble became man's
When God made rule.
For man dreaded rule
And ate the said fruit.
For which burden travailed against man.
Then God saw the trouble
That it had made man wobble.
For this trouble along with its pride
Brings Man's dreaded sorrow
Pain, more pain and death.
Thus, God made a good book
Just right to guide man
As any good dad would so do
To get his son back.
Now the good book God made
Was to make man manly
And to guide him to a sister called future.
But what does man do with God's good book?
For many its stored underneath a shelf
For others, it is archaic
And still for many others it is no good book.
You though, what do you think?
After God made man and God made glory and God made love,
Would not this God know and thus show
That even in Man's double trouble
He is God? And thus save Man from Man's woes? {22:1016}