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I love Hamlet. Maybe because I'm teaching that to my students now. It's passionate told and evokes a wide variety of emotions.

"To be or not to be"

@ LASIEFAIRE
were u talking about my work?

Helon Habila's Waiting for An Angel

Wole Soyinka's Then Man Died - (not like I'd read it again - for the hurt it evokes - but it was a lovely read)

Chimamanda Adichie's Purple Hibiscus

Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre

The Triumph of the Water Lily - Can't remember the author. I read it once then lost it and I'd give an arm and two legs to get another peruse.

@Simmy
I wrote it infront of the computer after reading others' posts. Thanks for saying it's ok

I only just noticed I wrote "blurb" instead of "burp" and have corrected myself.

@ Stillwater
But hey, u make good gory creations, edit them after creation and add rhymes while doing that. Even God had to edit man to create woman and here she is today, a good eye rhyme - her bossom and bottom, I mean. Ha ha!

@ CH3COO

Face it, what u did was not the best u could have done and someone just did exactly that 2 u and u're acting all upset. You thot her work was poor - that's not the crime - u attempted 2 mock it, or maul it - haba!
Ok, someone else thinks that that's "dumb" and u're acting like a wounded lion, trying to "kick kknowledge" _{according to Nas, the rapper}

Have u wondered how puerile it would have turned out if wildbubble had adopted your approach 2ward Chukky in responding 2 your impolite criticism?

@nikinash
Plz, could u still help me by telling a little bit more about u? I'd really love to know u. Or wud u rather keep it mysterious like Sisikill almost does?

@ Ojukwu
Heeya, u know someone who , Maybe we have something in common - I can stand a lot of stuff but not such sight as down syndrome especially when the person is always there and cannot be avoided. It almost feels like a permanent disability on my own person - say my arm is cut off - I don't think I've said it how I feel it. _{Wonder if I'm making any sense}

@ Nikinash
U came closest to the exact description the initiator of this post gave as regards the key character's imbecility. From your narrative, one can easily tell Michael is abnormal as against others' attempts that tend to portray a very stubborn boy.

Straight to the point, plus you would rather appear humble, comparing yourself to Siskill just to enhance publlic relations. You sound generally a good person. Pls may I know u bit better?

So I'm not the only one afterall. I always have a problem titling my works - maybe because I like condensed and uncommon titles and find it had sometimes to concoct one.

Let me try, um , well, maybe later

@ Ojukwu
that was one. But I think there was a little conflict in the tense u started with and the one u ended up with - "I am pacing up and down, "
"I went back to the room sourly." I don't really understand the glide, or distraction.
Good creation though.

@ Sisikill
I saw it coming so I have no new praise chants to add to the chorus. I simply saw Sisikill and sat up for a good read and a good read was served; need I, then say I devoured? Keep it coming, you mind mass.

My mind must'a given my fingers the month 4 my CDS's 4thcoming performance. The actual month I wrote that stuff is 04/08 - April - so u c, no connection watsoeva bw the typed month and the real thing.

Sisikill:
How's this for a title. . .Sultry Days? Hun? Hun? It's got a sexy zing to it, no?

I kinda like that. Don't worry when I do dedicate a poem to you, it will be all gooey with blood and strips of flesh. How'd u like that?

4 Sisikill,

To uncrown me; unscalp me
unsuture my mesh;
scoop half my grey,
my thick skull cap for plate
- so she seeks, celestial
hot nought -
To make us half mad. Full mad,
she unmakes us in Jimeta
long before noon.

June,08
Yola.

The title is not "4 Sisikill" abeg. I haven't titled it yet. I always have a problem finding the appropriate title - never passed that part of grammar tests.

She beckons. I oblige, a mite relaxed now that Beatrice had come, or appeared. All the while, not a single word had escaped my gob. There was something familiar about her eyes. Again they appeared too young for her wisened body, and I can swear I've seen them smewhere I can't now remember or at least felt them gaze on me before.

She gestures west with her head and I look - a closet it seemed. A couple lying in the corner, naked. They were almost no more than silhouettes but I could tell they were anything but ordinary naked odies wreathing in irregular rythm.
Reading my curiousity, 'reading' - she reads me - the old lady strikes a match and lights a second candle to illuminate the couple.

Two mangled bodies cloaked in red, red - (I wish wine would follow now and not) - blood. I'd seen too much for just ne night.

"What are you doing to me?!" I cry.

It went out. If the candle light was put out, it means someone put it out, means someone is around - a human being who is not chasing me. What if it was only blown out by the wind. The last thing I need now is to run into an enclosure and then realise I just walked into a coffin when I am supposed to be claustrophobic.
Right then, the candle light is put back on. Someone is definitely in there that loathes darkness as much as I do. Thank God.

The steps I heard are gone now, vanished like the hopes I had waking up into today. It's not enough to assume that I'm alone and leave my haven, but then again my last ray of hope could be that candle there. I have to get before the devil. I can't do any of these stuffs all by myself, I need to see another human again. So I fetch a breath of air with absolutely nothing fresh about it, and run.

Eyes on the prize, I run like hell. My thigh cramps up but I don't care how turgid it gets, I'm getting there before something else does.

(Screams) Yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I qualified!!!!!!

You didn't just , u did not just catch , I mean, the innards in my mouth while I screamed. S**t. Let me explain, she said the gripes had her and I should help out, only she didnt specify how "out" she wanted my help and on what exactly because I literally pulled out everything the gripes had. Now the gripes will never have them again; well, only that neither will she.

Kaduna? I've only been in Yola and Yobe here in the blazes - beside other areas I've been through. This, service, took me to hell and I've been getting my black butt glazed here.
I even wrote a poem about it one afternoon when hell's gateway was re-flung ajar.

Just curious, did u crack when u got to Chicago? I mean, rapid cooling - u know Kaduna weather being what it is and Chicago chills being what it is.

Sanjima

The closest route would be the deadliest. I wouldn't walk that route all by myself on a fair day, how much more tonight and with at least two unknown devils behind me. Thinking hard about it, are they really behind me? It's safer to believe. Well, I try the longer route. I have made no reamrkable progress right now but I'm face-to-face with whatI thought was left behind - two shadows.

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Sisikill,

U're definitely a killer coz u murder my reputation in cold blood every time I read ur posts and crack up in public, in full glare of everybody - chix as well - who might thik I'm crazy.

And tho i'd love 2 pay u back in ur own blood, I'm not a killer.

Bac k 2 wat I asked previousli, in wat part of hell do u reside? COz I'm the hottest part - Yola.

I'm still working on sending my own very morbid drabble, then maybe d appropriate evil mind will vet to ascertain if I qualify 4 the club. Wat d'u think?

Faith is nothing tangible.
U dont see it, u "claim" u feel it and u can't prove it - @ least u can't convince us u're not insane.

But then, because some people keep possessing this insane phenomenon - or because some insane people keep getting possessed by it, the world keeps growing.

Ever heard these lines in Disney's Cinderella:
and because these daft and dewy-eyed dopes
keep building up impossible hopes
impossible
things are happening everyday.

Inventors didnt always enjoi wide open arms 4 their findings from the world. Alone, they always had 2 find faith in themselves and their discoveries. Only much later did the world open her arms to many of the inventions/ innovations upon which are based most common and useful things and phenomena in the world today.

I guess faith does pay off but u jus have to wait and see. I mean waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit n c

Morbid club? makes me think of the Hollywood horror movies/ soundtrax awards - they really try to make an oscar out o it.
looks 2 me like I might open my mind 2 a new kind of writing but the difference between me u guyz will be that I will be doing ur genre only part time - ha ha! Guess wat matters is that I'd do it anyway.

Sisikill,

where r u? wat location? I like the pic on ur profile. it's so Sisikill

sisikill,
i am so into ur drabbles. nice pieces, well thot out. jst wondering, were they that well motivated? wat i like is the streak of humor in the serious stuff. the persona is almost morbid.

@ omoovie,
i listen 2 a wide variety. started with the classicals tho but now, i'm mostly about the the r&b, the hip hop (not minding the geogrphical dispostion), the jazz, the , do i really need 2 keep enumerating?

so, wat kind of songs do u write? where are u? - O, by d way, i'm in Yola, Adamawa state, now , serving.

Why's nobody commenting on anotha's work?
Well I'll do just that later.

@ omoovie
I got similar problems to yours. Music is messing up my concentration and discipline. Loads of unfinished lines waiting 2 connect and cohere.
Well, I'll try some more

Question - "Do you mind?"
Answer - "No"
And the answer gets the verything they said "No" (as in) I don't mind to.

Our Water Broke; We Pay for it.
The calm. The preceeding noise could evoke nothing less. The three louvre blades he broke were here and there. He was by them - motionless - just the way my lead left him; blood flooded; perhaps, rigor mortising, i would never be brave enough to dare confirm.

His innocent days, long over before he clocked fourteen, was gnawing at my sanity. Now I know why he was trouble - he does not look good silent.

His mother will be back any minute. By God, patricide would have been far better! - me lying there, him running away for good; Jesus, my wife. Chei!

Mega-taut post!
I'll give Eberonwu an eye
then the otha will be urs; well, ur poetry's actually