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Nice plot and suspense, but i think the title is a misnomer. At first i thought it was a poem or something similar. And your descriptions were very short, try and give a detailed description of characters, events, people and places next time. You we're kinda harsh on your readers with their impatience, like telling them to abandon the story if they can't wait, you should know nairalanders by now, they just can't wait to eat up an interesting piece when they see one try and be a little civil with your replies. learn from Audrey timms she's great with literature yet humble as dove. I expect you to attack me for this comment but I won't budge. If you wanna go far be humble and endure your audience.

Dews Of Heaven

Heavenly dews
Paragon of freshness
Sing a song of dawn
Herald the birth of hope

Fall on my raiments and girdles
Let your moist get them straight
Save my laundry bills
In my raiment I'll smile in bliss

Dews of heaven
Come with my blessings
Blessings of corn and wine
From the fatness of the earth

Dews of heaven
Quench the thirst of roses
Be the pride of Barbados
Let the alamanda glow in your droplets

Dews of heaven
I'm tempted to taste
But I'm more inclined to touch
To get the chilling sensation of nature

Dews of heaven
Divorced from the clouds
In the wee hours of the morning
To flourish our shrubs in greenery

Dews of heaven
Showers of blessings
Rain on me with hearings
Heal my soul, I pray thee

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EPISODE TWO


Samantha was woken up by a loud bang on her door, the sound was deafening

”oh…..heavens, who’s that? Do you want to break the door?” she yelled, as she rose up from the bed running to the door. She opened it fiercely to meet one of her mysterious neighbors clad in just his briefs.


“abeg, no vex say I bang your door, my soup don almost ready when I discover say my maggi don finish and e too early to go buy am now, most shops never open, abeg help me with your own”. The guy pleaded.
Overly irritated by his obstruction of her early dawn Saturday sleep which she treasured so much, she couldn’t utter a word, rather she strolled lazily to her kitchen to get him some magi cubes.

“thank you jor, infact eh for this lodge na you sure pass” he hailed her and quickly ran off.


Samantha sighed resignedly as she shut the door behind her to go continue her sleep,
‘neighbors and their incessant troubles’ she thought, as she climbed the bed, but the sleep was gone, the weirdo neighbor has ruined her sleep just for cubes of magi, she wondered who cooks a soup at 6am on a Saturday morning, the dude whose identity was yet unknown to her was always fond of doing things in the early hours of the morning and stay idle all day dressed in corporate outfits, one who saw him doing house chores and arranging so early would think he was a banker prepping for work only to discover he has nowhere to go, Samantha had thought of asking him his reason for preparing early like a worker and just stay at home all day, but she rebuffed the idea, wanting to mind her business.


The compound was a large one full of students and drama, most of the dramas served as comic relief to her. For instance there was a room down her block where two sisters lived in but don’t eat same food, they prepare individual meals for themselves. On one occasion they were heard quarrelling about pieces of meats, one alleged that the other stole her meat and added to her own pot of soup, while the other one opposed claiming it was she whose meat was stolen, the mai guard, an old wizened man from the east had to intervene in the matter, he took the two pots of soup claiming he was going to do a proper investigation and analysis on them. He never came back with the soups, when the irate girls went to confront him the next day, they found a new mai guard who told them his successor was sacked the previous day, and was replaced by himself, it was now obvious he played a fast one on the girls by eating his last supper with two pot of soups in dispute. Samantha had laughed her heart out.


The caretaker was not left out of the drama, he was a young man in his early thirties who looks bigger than he should be with his protruding stomach and seems to have more influence and power over the tenants than the landlord himself who was more of a calm disposition and seldom visits the compound.

The caretaker Mr Iwe was trouble personified, always getting on everyone’s nerve especially when it had to do with payment of rents and dues. He once beat up a tenant to pulp for refusing to dispose his refuse dump, claiming the guy was polluting the environment and that has made his girlfriend ill.

He’d come up with a rule that anybody who’s not in the compound by 10pm might as well sleep outside and was the first to default. He’d gone out to drink only to return at 11:30pm on the very day he passed the “sleep outside after 10pm” rule.
All his banging on the gate fell on deaf ears as the tenants had threatened to beat up the security guard if dares to move an inch, when he was obviously exhausted, banging the gate he stopped, not without threatening to quit everyone first thing in the morning. Overly enraged by their actions, he’d gone the next morning to fuse box disconnect power from every tenant but funny enough it was his own wing of the building that lacked power when it was restored. Samantha smiled as she relished the funny happenings of the lodge. she bowed to say some prayers, while rising, her eyes where drawn to a note on the table she picked it .

"If you like kill yourself with Sleep i'm off to school for the field trip" she smiled and muttered "safe trip" to an invisible anita.

The room was in total mess, clothes, undies and pads were in the wrong places,the mirror was not on the wall, it layed on one corner of the room, her basket where she kept worn clothes was open with clothes overflowing, everywhere was in total disarray a good thing she was not expecting a visitor, she'd be seen as reckless. "Oh dear lord...so where do i start from now? She asked as she stared at the room placing both hands on her waist in frustration, it was obvious anita had hurriedly left for her field trip leaving every job in the house for her to handle, she was surely going to be berated for this, with that, she dashed into the bathroom to get prepared for the day, she would arrange the house, do the dishes, do some laundry before going to retouch her hair and honor an invitation from a coursemate of hers to a church for their film show. Her day was clearly mapped out.

THE DAWN


IN the morning, as I rise
I kowtow to my modus operandi
Vis, say sweet nothings to my maker
And skim through his sacred book.


Without further ado
I transit to the adjacent phase
which involves a ritual cleansing of my tongue
And my routine spa


The stars of the previous night
Stars of wonders, hope and light
Have promised me a future
Bright as myrrh and fine like wine


I crave and hanker for that day
With expectations steep as a mountain summit
I had premonitions which I nailed on the cross
On the cross of optimism, I nailed them


Through numerous dark nights
I wait in anticipation for my dawn
"The future is bright" I say to myself
But then, patience is a virtue I must afford


One day I'll be a legend, hero and gem
One day my name will be on everyone's lips
One day I'll sigh autographs in awkward places
One day I'll dine with Kings and Queen in Buckingham


On the occasion of the dawn
Dreams and fantasies becomes realities
Weeping may persist all night long
But Joy and laughter is certain at dawn

THE SAMARITAN



Was returning from the mart
Strolling down a lonely part
Unsuspicious of any vicious act
Enroute my abode in watt

Suddenly, out of the blues
Came bandits out of the woods
Since there was no cues
i couldn't make the hues

They came for my possessions
Stripping me of them in aggression
They battered me in succession
leaving me in depression

The priest passed by and didnt budge
The levite followed suit like a grudge
Everyone passed without the urge
I was deserted like a wicked judge

Then came along the samaritan
Clad in his well tailored caftan
He was returning from the town
His name is mr Tan the samaritan

In me he had compassion
He picked me up from my mess
Saddled me in his ass
And rode me to the clinic

Get him fixed and hale Doc
Record the bills and keep
I'll foot it when i'm back
He was just a samaritan

obedience
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