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Inked Herald ....Psalmology (Adenekan Samson)

When a soldier picks up his rifle

We believe there is a war around the corner

We pick our distinct rifles not because of war

But because of the need to forestall the
impending woe

We draft the course of every action via the stroke
of our imaginations.

We are the voice, we are the hope,

We are the loudest boom dispensed through the
flowing ink.

We are scholars hanging around the wall of every
corner.

We are the invisible lads that grant you wings to
the world beyond your view.

We are the 'Inked Herald' ; we are writers.

Gbagaun!!! the sound of love bell beckons with impending sorrow and pain peeping from not far away distance. I welcome Adeola and Lanre to an unforgettable LOVE adventure in the diary of their various life. It works like magic...

Well done, Easyboi. Next!!!!!!!

I'm feeling your story. Please update as much as possible. Me likey. Kudos to you

Lol...from fry-pan to fire then call at water. Gobelistic Gobelicious should be the first and surname of Val, he is too crazy to be real. Imagine this nitwit who narrowly escape death that emanates from cold irons(guns) still have time to discuss love(lust) with his 'messiah'. He must be a joker.

By the way, where are the policemen and the two stupefy fools lol...hunger is not palatable but death is neither sweet.

Thumbs to you...keep it up. More plzzz...

Happy new year in advance....

Great piece, Sir LarrySun. This write-up introduce me to three new words. More ink to your Pen...More creativity to your thinking capability.

I don book space for here. Nice one. Next update plzzz...

Wow...yeppie!!! the suspense is obviously captivating. Great one from a great mind. Me likey. lol...can't wait to consume the next update. Where my folk and spoon self...hope the next update is cooking

George is now in...I reserve my comment.

Keep the ink flowing.....

Laugh wan kill me. Those guys are potential criminals. Thumbs up...nice one.

More plzzz

Thanks bro. Please can I get any soft copy of Wole Soyinka's master piece. kennybeesamson@yahoo.com

Nice opening....I guess this is going to be another good piece.

More plzzzz.

pabon:
Wow!It feels so great to know that someone's enjoying my work. You really are good at analyzing. I'd prefer to call you Erudite from now. Hope no probs with that?Continue munching ya popcorn while I cook up another update.

#MADE OF MORE

#Smiles...the pleasure is mine. I was taught to appreciate greatness when I see one. I didn't mean to flatter or hyperbolize your distinct capability, but the truth must be noted. You are doing a great job.

Note: please intensify the intriguing suspense of your piece, the previous update seems too straight-forward though I still love it.#I'mjustaneruditewithconscience.

Abeg if pop-corn is cheap for you side you can buy and bluetooth it to me. #thumbs up

More updates plzzzzzz

All writers on NL are great in there respective settings but the following names are exceptionally unique.

Kingzpen, Larrysun, Repogirl, Pabon, Sammyhoe and Princesa.

They are just muahhh

Mehn...you just can't kill me. I'm enjoying every sentence, line, chapter to the brim of my satisfaction.

I also love the smart and unpredicted switch from the hostile atmosphere of Chapter 3 ending...

" The voice had been faint and weak like those of
an old man but he had heard just about
everything. He turned to go when he received
a punch to the head''

To the tender love and accommodating nature of the flowers in chapter 4 inception.

"He was in a garden with beautiful flowers all
around. Every blessed color was present and
the sweet scent they gave out was out of this
world. Yes, that was what this place felt like.
Out of this world. For how could a place so
cool, so refreshing, so..."

You are killing it. Well-done. More updatessssss plzzzz....

Oya where this mama wey dey sell pop-corn and coca-cola sef?

Bros, forget about endorsement from anybody to know how wonderful your piece is. Your write-up is beyond scepticism one of the best creative write-ups on 'magic' I've ever read(written by a Nigerian).

To write something convincing about what 'we' believe to be fictitious is not a baby play, but the truth(I must admit) is that you are driving your point(convincingly) home into my hard-to-believe psyche.

Well-done...more muscle to your elbow, more inspiration to forge creativity.

More updates...plzzzz

Good one, keep it up.



Wait, I wan go grab pop-corn and coke.

THE MESSAGE OF MY MOTHER.

---Psalmology.

The message of mother
Digging deep by day into my asunder.

Never weak, never wither
Was her message to my soul in my time of
winter.

Saunter to your world of imagination
Was her solidary admonition
when the loud silence in me couldn't just be
still.

Never bow your head even when the world
beef
at you,
Never, never and never
Was the song she rhythmically sang into my
ears
When blood still govern her veins.

But now, she is at the realm
Where my arms can't reach her balmy palm.

You are doing a great job. I admire your powerful imagination and your superb delivering technic. Nice one...

Sitting on my sofa with a cold bottle of water excitedly waiting for updates...

Hey beautiful people!!!...

The poem you will be reading below is my first official write-up on this platform and I'm willing to deliver more for the enjoyment of my fellow elites. All I need to do more is your comment and your critique analysis of the poem. Correct my blunders and insufficiencies...

Shoutout to the likes of LarrySun, Repogirl, Kingzpen, D9ty7, Divepen and others whose names are locked within my heart. Your guys are my muse....


Never Mind, Never Run Wild.

- Psalmology

When your heart wallows
So deep within your bones and marrow
When nothing makes sense except your sense of sorrow,
Never mind, never run wild
Keep your mind to a time further than tomorrow.

When your heart speaks like sparrow
Clamouring for your soul to go on parole
Surging you so hard against the pallet of your pillow,
Never mind, never run wild
Caress your protuberance heart in waiting for the treasure that lays in tomorrow.

When your soul sparks with longing,
Longing for something so keen for your psyche to hold,
Never mind, never run wild
Command your circumferaneous soul be still for its need tomorrow.

Never mind, Never run Wild
Is the gospel for the mild....

Hey beautiful people!!!...

The poem you will be reading below is my first official write-up on this platform and I'm willing to deliver more for the enjoyment of my fellow elites. All I need to do more is your comment and your critique analysis of the poem. Correct my blunders and insufficiencies...

Shoutout to the likes of LarrySun, Repogirl, Kingzpen, D9ty7, Divepen and others whose names are locked within my heart. Your guys are my muse....


Never Mind, Never Run Wild.

- Psalmology

When your heart wallows
So deep within your bones and marrow
When nothing makes sense except your sense of sorrow,
Never mind, never run wild
Keep your mind to a time further than tomorrow.

When your heart speaks like sparrow
Clamouring for your soul to go on parole
Surging you so hard against the pallet of your pillow,
Never mind, never run wild
Caress your protuberance heart in waiting for the treasure that lays in tomorrow.

When your soul sparks with longing,
Longing for something so keen for your psyche to hold,
Never mind, never run wild
Command your circumferaneous soul be still for its need tomorrow.

Never mind, Never run Wild
Is the gospel for the mild....

Happy Birthday! May the Lord increase at every important area of your life. Bon Anniversaire!!!

Waiting for more....

We are waiting ooo

You have a nice storyline but your narration is too straight-forward. To interest more readers, I think you need tight sense of suspense. Nice write-up bro...

Wow...what a master piece from a beautiful creature endowed with beautiful mind. I'm in love with the story already, I can't wait to read the next chapter. Oya...where my keke napep make I zoom go read "False Pretense".