THE BEAUTIFUL ONES ARE BORN

I was taking a stroll one day with a friend in the cool of the evening when we saw a lady walking towards us.

"Oh my God!" were the words that escaped my lips.

I thought I said and kept the exclamation out of the reach of my friend's ear, but I was wrong, he heard it loud and clear.

"Kaykay, what is it?" was his question as he showed concern.

"Andy, this girl is beautiful!" I said softly focusing on her trying to get every detail I could from her angelic self.

She was graciously tall, bold and had this beautiful complexion that made her look more like a black American.
Her skin obviously looked soft and it sparkled under the set of the sun.
Her hair strands were very neat, well creamed and were shining like a polished gold.
Her eyebrows were neatly carved and painted.
The pair of eyes she gat were so inviting and appeasing that I smiled unconsciously.
She gat a pointed nose that is the size of her V-shaped face.
Her lips were perfectly shaped, obviously succulent and looked meek as they hung on her mouth. For the first time, I was confused and argued within me that lady didn't applied a lip gross. I envied the gross when I discovered she applied one on her lips.
Her neck, shoulders and the part of her hands I saw were feminine and smooth that I almost believed they were transparent.
Her tits were African, and she gat flat belly like a bellydancer.
The combo of her tits, her belly and the curve on her waist really was an epitome of the figure 8.
She gat the most beautiful and smooth legs I've seen all my life. The way they protruded out of her skirt left my mouth ajar.
Her toe nails were very neat out of the little hole in front of the high heel shoes she wore.
Her steps were so feminine and queenly that I perceived she must have taught cats how to walk.
To grace all these heavenly qualities, I perceived her feminine scent which triggered every hormone in me to love and be attracted the more to her.

All the while as every part of me was on this lady, my friend's voice became distant.
I couldn't hold back my right hand from stretching out for hers and my right palm from having a feel of how smooth her skin was. Then, was the contact as she nearly walked pass me. And before I knew it, we were facing each other. This was what I wanted no doubted; and for my friend, I lost my knowledge of his whereabout.

It was a blessing for those eyes of hers to look at me. She furrowed her eyes like every responsible lady would to a stranger who took hold of her like I did. Before she dropped her angelic nature for a beastly one to lash me with,

"I'm so sorry for taking hold of you that way but I couldn't help it, you are so beautiful." I said.

She smiled, that was when I believed that an angel directly from heaven visited me that day. I swear, that smile of hers could soothe someone in the torment of hell. I was still scoring her smile when she distracted the whole of my being with her rhythmic voice.

"Thanks alot. Are those your eyeballs?"

I became so shy that I almost disappeared...

I smiled all through that evening, and was surprised that I woke up the next day smiling.

...Indeed, the beautiful ones are born!!!

YELLOW CLOWNS

"Ijeoma, I am an obanje. At night I see myself at the udara tree with other maidens. When we dance, we hold each others waists, which eats up the musical rhythms. When we eat, we bless each other with a kiss. We play in circles, swaying our arms like the ocean tide. We touch each others breast, vagina, hair and ankle. I don't really understand myself Ijeoma."

"Nneoma you need a spiritualist. My pastor is a strong man, don't worry he will help you Ijeoma said."

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"Mortuary is for the dead, cemetery is for the buried ones. What are we going to do in these places?" Nneoma asked pastor Joel.
"Your case needs special visitations and consultations, these places are just an iceberg to your cleansing process, or don't you want to be free?" Asked pastor Joel.

"I need freedom." Nneoma muttered.

"If freedom was this cheap, pastor Joel why haven't you free me from Uke spirits; which has being taking my husbands and children? Ijeoma shedding tears within herself pondered on this soliliquized question.
As if his chi ministered to him, Pastor Joel placed his right hand on ijeoma's chest and his left hand on her abdomen,  "Faithful daughter of God your case will soon be over, this years is your year."

This had been one of the stunts he had used to lure Ijeoma to bed three times in a week. Pastor Joel was a psychologist by profession, he needed no medium to predict weak souls. Eyes gave him the gate way.

"Somebody help o!" Ijeoma was shouting as she dashed out in full speed, forgotten to tie her wrapper, rushed to pastor Joel, who was still competing with the frogs at his backyard in noise making.
Striking him with the fist of fury, pastor Joel jumped shouting
"Alleluja! Alleluja!! Ijeoma, there's a problem." he said.
In awe Ijeoma wondered how daddy G.O. knew.      
"Yes o it's Nneoma! She is in our room, dancing and clapping to herself. She first started by touching me on my sensitive parts but I took it to be 'anya ura',  but got petrified when she started her unknown dancing steps."

"Oh yes! It's time for her salvation! Get me my Olive oil, the cross is behind you on the wall. Wait let me wash my face first" pastor Joel instructed.

Getting off from bed, his mind was on the strategy to use on Nneoma case. His penis said nay, busy saluting and nodding to the same song which Nneoma was dancing; Ijeoma's open laps, reflecting her glory. Their dancing steps was more sensational than Nneoma's. If the bed had mouth, he wouldn't be short of testimony on sunday service.

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"Pastor Joel I can't see my menses."

"Ijeoma is the lord's doing and not marvelous in my eyes. Who is responsible?"

"Sir the miracle was performed by you." Was Ijeoma's reply, when concidentially Nneoma entered the room with a handsome and sexy young man.

"Pastor Joel, I am here to thank you for being a vessel in the lord's hand. I was delivered after the series of praying and fasting we did. Pastor to crown it up, God gave me this man here as my hubby. I am here to introduce him to you."
All responded to the alleluja chant of pastor Joel except Ijeoma; who knew that Nneoma's hubby is responsible for her pregnancy and that pastor Joel's fasting and praying was done on her alter all through those moment.
...................
However, pastor Joel was blessed with a car, three hundred thousand naira and a pregnancy from the same man; whom Ijeoma believes his prayer brought her to.
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HERE ENDS THE STORY TELLING, THANKS BE TO HYPOCRITES.

Written by Enyi Enyi Hycenth

WHEN WE WERE KIDS...

When we were kids
We lived like kings
With sharp teeths,
Throwing jabs at our mother's breast
We wet her vagina before father's face.
What can you do our smile asks?
Hands raised, father prays in phase
"Heaven let this boy walk fast".

******
When we were kids
Ekenma carries my babies
Always singing;
"Nwata mechie onu oyoyo"
While I watched how it all happened,
I asked mother, is that how you vomited us?
Father shakes his head praying,
"Chukwu Okike guide him, and guard this house".

*****
When we were kids
Nigeria never existed in our memories,
It was all about heaven.
Year two thousand brought the reality
Of the unknown world closer,
Revealing the haven of criminality
As Nigeria; with tits to suck as remedy.
Father prays, "Heaven! He must not be a wolf".

*******
When we were kids
Many eyes saw our contours
Letting the Eden of our hearts to unfold,
Knowledge of good and evil was unknown
Revenge is now!
Why were we not told?
Father prays amidst tears "Heaven, I am sorry".

*******
When we were kids
Father and mother plays noisily all nights.
At dawn, damp senses
Never taught us to say
"Please", " I am sorry",
Rather saying "thank you" was enforced not taught.
Now we want to mimic them,
Father and mother says, "wait for your nights".

*******

When we were kids

Stripes of our sins stenches,

Yet purity was an epitome from us;

With no salary angels and demonds stake guidance. 

Father and mother,  no innocence

In those memories with no suspicions.

Who wants to dance,

Dance back to when we were kids?

Written by ENYIENYI OSINACHI HYCENTH.

I was taking a stroll one day with a friend in the cool of the evening when we saw a lady walking towards us.

"Oh my God!" were the words that escaped my lips.

I thought I said and kept the exclamation out of the reach of my friend's ear, but I was wrong, he heard it loud and clear.

"Kaykay, what is it?" was his question as he showed concern.

"Andy, this girl is beautiful!" I said softly focusing on her trying to get every detail I could from her angelic self.

She was graciously tall, bold and has this beautiful complexion that made her look more like a black American.
Her skin obviously looked soft and it sparkled under the set of the sun.
Her hair strands were very neat, well creamed and were shining like a polished gold.
Her eyebrows were neatly carved and painted.
The pair of eyes she gat were so inviting and appeasing that I smiled unconsciously.
She gat a pointed nose that is the size of her V-shaped face.
Her lips were perfectly shaped, obviously succulent and looked meek as they hung on her mouth. For the first time, I was confused and argued within me that a lady didn't applied a lip gross. I envied the gross when I discovered she applied one on her lips.
Her neck, shoulders and the part of her hands I saw were feminine and smooth that I almost believed they were transparent.
Her tits were African,  and she gat flat belly like a bellydancer.
The combo of her tits, her belly and the curve on her waist really was an epitome of the figure 8.
She gat the most beautiful and smooth legs I've seen all my life. The way they protruded out of her skirt left my mouth ajar.
Her toe nails were very neat out of the little hole in front of the high heel shoes she wore.
Her steps were so feminine and queenly that I perceived she must have taught cats how to walk.
To grace all these heavenly qualities, I perceived her feminine scent which triggered every hormone in me to love and be attracted the more to her.

All the while as every part of me was on this lady, my friend's voice became distant.
I couldn't hold back my right hand from stretching out for hers and my right palm from having a feel of how smooth her skin was. Then, was the contact as she nearly walked pass me. And before I knew it, we were facing each other. This was what I wanted; and for my friend, I lost my knowledge of his whereabout.

It was a blessing for those eyes of hers to look at me. She furrowed her eyes like every responsible lady would to a stranger who took hold of her like i did. Before she dropped her angelic nature for a beastly one to lash me with,
"I'm so sorry for taking hold of you that way but I couldn't help it, you are so beautiful." I said.

She smiled, that was when I believed that an angel directly from heaven visited me that day. I swear, that smile of her  could soothe someone in the torment of hell. I was still scoring her smile when she distracted the whole of my being with her rhythmic voice.

"Thanks a lot. Are those your eyeballs?"

I became so shy that I almost disappeared...

I smiled all through that evening, and was even surprised that I woke up the next day smiling.

...Indeed, the beautiful ones are born!!!

BLACK SUNDAY

"Kasim calm down. Stop pacing round the room, you are getting me scared. What happened? Did Jo ditch you? Talk to me Kasim, what is it?"
Tears rolling like okpolu falls, drenching her makeup and the angel she was flew away. Kasim peeping through the window at the sound of Jo's  blare, picked up the pestle and waited at the door.
Kosi her twinne became a victim of what she christens. "Black Sunday"

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Singing out loud from the bathroom, Julie begged  Kasim to enlist her in their sapping plans of Jo's pocket. Since freebies from a weakling doesn't choke and Jo is her maga, Kasim agreed to Julie's plea.

Her phone rang persistently for five minutes. Jo, getting exhausted drove down  his Venza to Kasim' s apartment. The bang on the door could open Valhalla.

"Nkem, so this is why you haven't opened the door? I have warned you about this your incessant earpiece use!"

Nkem is Kasim's friend but not in the same department. She visited her occasionally and that day was one of those days. With a pink bum short covering only her vagina region and a  low neckline showing her cleavages, she ran to open the door; only for Jo to bump into her embrace.

"Woooo...I am sorry." Jo pleaded. To Kasim, he asked what happened, and why she didn't pick his call? 

"Eiyaaa sugar pie, baby boooo, pinpopo...I am sorry didn't know it was ringing, I was in the bathroom trying to look good for you. Or don't you want me to look good?"

Blushing like Ekenma sheep, Jo concurred to her looking good as she held him in her bosom.

"Kasim, please come over and help me with my bra hook, Julie called..."

"Dear I am sorry. Don't think I will be going out with you two, my maga also called me. Why not take Nkem with you?"

"Nkem, help me with my makeup kit, Julie called out again."
"Babe! what's this with you and help me with this and that this noon?" Nkem retorted.
"Nkem I want you to go with Kasim to do some drilling on Jo's pocket."

...................................................
"Ladies order for anything, the bill is on me."
Psquare's "chop my money" graced the evening more at the hillstone restaurant. At the other corner Arsenal is losing to Nottingham.
Nkem leaped and shouted with joy, Jo wasn't happy because he is an Arsenal fan, Kasim was indifferent; only interested in tearing the chicken laps and demanding for more fruit juice to it.
Argument ranged between Nkem and Jo, and betting ensued afterwards; which Nkem won Ten thousand Naira from.
The end of the match got Jo thrilled but something changed in him. All the gisting was directed to Nkem, he took her side of thought even against Kasim's.

Nkem is not just an enlightened girl but free spirited. Sighting her coursemate on a lone chair at the same restaurant, she immediately excuse herself and told her host that they can go home without her. Jo, a changed name won't let this chance slip his fingers. Yes, he may be a maga, mugun or whatever Kasim took him for but he knew when he was making gain and loss; that's what kept his business flourishing.
"Nkem not so fast, please can you help me with your phone numbers. Let's argue and bet more on football." The rage in Kasim could refine Nigeria crude oil. At this instance, she stood up and took her leave. Jo took Nkem's number as she flipped her page to her coursemate, and then paid for their bill of thirty-three thousand, five hundred naira.

.............................
When he couldn't locate Kasim, the gentleman in him advised him to drive to Kasim's apartment. The silence he met at the door steps, could be the only thing to interpret the result of Kasim' s rage. She had victimized her twin with the pestle in her hands.

From the prison of my heart, I share this story for all to learn.

Written by Enyi Enyi Hycenth

BEHIND THE SMILE

Behind the smile there is a smirk
All time the smile looks ruddy
Ne'er a time you see smile paled
Yet behind the smile is chameleon

Behind the smile is freedom
so sweet is the smile of beauty
behind the smile is a shame room
Yet it breeds in a friendly hostility

Smile I not because of you
Nor because of ur beauty
not even because of ur money
but smile I for your character

Behind this smile is evil
This smile is the devil
but the devil do smile
And that smile is evil

Behind the smile is sorrow
looks poise at all appearance
Yet darkness beset morrow
the smile seems brilliance

Behind the smile is failure
can't but smile on to stay comely
Disappointment is a nature
yet the smile is a placid plague

Behind the smile is Pain
That breed in worries
killing the smiler
to its grave beyond

This an abstract from one of my many smiles pieces.

Written by David Njoku

IMAGINE

Woke up, one morning seeing the
Trees walking and talking
humans can hear and understand
Imagine that!

Suddenly, the animal kingdom
Is now habitable by human
animals in the sea can now
live on the land comfortably
Imagine that!

The world politics' now communalised
No more elections in the nations
just one party system
Imagine that!

Imagine the world without communications
chaos and darkness rules the day
shall there be trade by barter
Imagine that!

Imagine where death is the ruler
Fear becomes natural
Faith is swept under carpet
Imagine! Imagine! Imagine that!

Imagine where love is the key
No more pain nor sorrow
on the earth again
Only love prevails
Imagine! Just Imagine that!

Let God's love rule your heart
And He'll manifest the more
Truly imagine this!

Written by David Njoku

PICK UP THE PEN

Pick up the pen

  Begin the written
    Words in your
         Heart
That
         Would bring
          Change to
           Our world
Hey
Start now
Talk about it
Hate it
domestic violence
a cancer
to our
Homes

    Pick it up
Pen against corruption
it's eating deep
     Our purity
    Our dignity
  Our integrity
Our creativity
       Arise
              Write
        Speak out
      Share it
Be not afraid
stop this disease
      Yes
I mean you
Be open
   Pick up that pen

Not in my country
why this discrimination
in my nation
Why why let it
Separate divide
our heritage
amongst us

Am in pain
Pain am in
Why
  Why
Pick up your pen
Don't let it
Die in you

Pick up this pen
In front of you
Write in plain
Against child abuse
Molestation
Prostitution
Corruption
Slavery
dehumanisation
Murders
War
Bad leadership
          Against anti followership
Pick up that pen

    Write it
I say to you write it
Believe now
Someone out
     There
Even here
      They
are reading
watching
as you unfold
Your heart
Regarding this
  Diseases
on mankind

I wail on my
sick bed
As the nurses
gives me
wrong prescription
death prevails
Right there
in all these
hospitals
    Why
Why let it so
You see it
On daily
basis yet u can't write it
         Shame on you

Is all over in
our
offices
Homes
Churches
        Why watch
Pick up that pen

Pick up your pen
Don't scribble like
                       Hen
Don't even place
Favoritism
just write truth
about the realities
      Of life

Posterity
Prosperity
dignity
integrity
          Are watching
        You and I

If we fail
To pick up
Our pen
Write against
these evils
For sure
         We shall be
     FORGOTTEN

Pick up that pen
                   Now

Written by David Njoku

A RACE OF LIFE

Awake I in the wee
     Of morn
Standing awe in
Front of the mirror
seeing I a reflection of pain
      My lips could'nt
                 Move
    Suddenly in the
                 Mirror
an appearance of
Imageries of
       Timber
and caliber
   Saw I
      All
    Dressed in white
For that wonderful
Occasion of davine's...
    She's so beautiful
                 Graceful
                  Blissful
                   But not
Happy to be
With John
Wonder I why
I mean why
    Not being happy
      Race of life
          It's not as
         Beautiful
           It appears
        Or seems to be

Many appeared
Well dressed
graced
And even poised
As I watched keenly
Before my mirror

     Only to see another
     Version of John
      Being a Ritualist
       a king-pin
An addict of miseries

All these knew she
but how
   When
     Who
         Come for her
               Rescue
for she's blinded
of the materials
saw her in John

   Who shall rescue Her from this
       Hell trapped
          Ask I myself
            In mute
         Then wonder I
            Why worry I
Because wife I've not
Money have I not
Not even home
For self
    
         It's funny
      Race of life
         Differs from
        ANOTHER
Run only
And only
         On thy lane
For running on thy lane
Would thine focus
Be alive
  To have a fulfilled
       Race in life

Suddenly the images
Disappeared
saw I still in awe

Life's race is not
For the swifter
or the swiftest
not even for
Knowledgeable
          Yea
   But opportunity
      Happens to
           Them all
Tell I thee
Run with the
Application of light
the rules of
engagement
Apply them all

So that at the end
You will cross
    The finish line

The race of life
Appears a mystery
Puzzle ...

Put it together
and you'll be
         VICTOR

Written by David Njoku

AFRICAN WOMAN

I am black and beautiful -

Bold and glued to my heritage
   My interpretation
     is to be TRUE African.

I speak with conviction ...
   Pure in my heart is nobility

Standing tall amidst others
Graced with poise to
   effect world changes
      Fight with pride against slavery
          Of womanhood,
             sex hawking ...

I rep the heritage
    of womanhood
     I am an african beauty
        I am beloved of my tribe..
          I am still beautiful and bold.

I am not meant for
   The other room
                          Nay!
I stand equal with my
                       Half
Beautiful is my
                   Heart

My roots is golden
         Am bolden

           For the taken

Gracefully I am made
I love my african horizon
proudly I am to be african
         WOMAN

Written by David Njoku