Poetry By Sunsampaul Egwu

On Nigeria's Democracy Day, we serve you the poetry of Sunsampaul, the Philosopher.  Come into his thoughts on poetry and Nigeria. Enjoy.
 

POETRY IS LIFE

Poetry is the heart of art

The ladder that take a person of exceptional talent to the top

The light that brightens the life of human

The echoes of children of the street

Poetry is the prophecy of a prophet

Poetry is not only what we do

Poetry is who we are

We write poetry, speak poetry, preach poetry

We are poetry

Poetry is the Mouth piece that speak peace more than a chief priest

Poetry is the hope of the wussies

Poetry is the future of the boys and girls who went and never returned

Poetry is the calabash that can never be broken

Because Poetry is life

I'M EVERYWHERE

Don't look for me in only a place of worship,

I'm everywhere, anywhere you call on me, I'll be.

I'm in your small dark room that lacks proper ventilation,

Even though it is not like a palace;

Just call on me.

I'm in the market place where noises are cooked and served to passerby,

No matter the sun and rain,

Flood and swamp in the market;

Just call on me.

I'm in the coven of your enemies that plot to kill you,

When they mention your name,

And invoke your image in a mirror,

My image will definitely appear to defend you.

I'm in the brothel, anytime you are there to win souls for me,

When temptation comes,

When seduction occurs,

I'll stand by you to keep your faith strong.

I'm in your kitchen and other room,

Inasmuch you call on me,

Made your knees kissed the ground just for me,

Stretched your hand in prayer,

You'll notice my presence.

LONELY ROAD

Upon this road,

Noises were lost in mistiness,

The wind screaming amidst dancing trees;

Were journey dined with day and night.

Flash light from running vehicles chanting 'give way, give way,'

Bushes gossiping in a low tune.

A journey that seems unending,

A journey feeding on a lonely road.

Upon this road,

I drew close to Chad,

Even though my face look sad;

I still keep hope alive,

For I've a brighter life.

Even when darkness enveloped the road,

And when heavy wind slapped my face;

I still focused my direction to my destination,

For this lonely road has served me dinner.

DEAR HEAVEN

Let heaven bear me with

That the change we voted is not what we

have seen

Even when we are innocent, they

claimed it is our sins

Our children are dying of cholera

No safe water to drink in this ghetto's

era

Let heaven bear me witness

That our eyes no longer sleep

Even the moon is afraid to take a sip

And the sun is hidden in heaven

So its duty won't be thrown into  coven

Let heaven bear me witness

That our parents now cry at night

They've all loose their sights

No tales to be told at moonlight

When there is no kerosene to make the

lamp light

Let heaven bear me witness

That the good now die while the bad still

lives

Our universities are now vast cities of

atrocities

No guidance for the students

No job for the graduate

No pension for the old ones

Let heaven bear me witness

That this excruciating pains

Have travelled through my veins

There's no chance for the young to reign

Those executhieves in politricks still loot

our money to overseas

Yet they claim we can't see

Let heaven bear me witness

That one day will come

When acid rain will rain on them

And then they'll know that these were the words I said

And then we all shall know the truth

As all their lies will leave their roots

And all evil doers will definitely loose

their hoods

WHEN GOING TO MINNA SEEMS GOING TO MILLAN

With the 'hoos and the haas'

That eloped from the park,

That made Lagos bid me goodbye,

With her elongated hands and outstretched neck.

The loneliness in OOO route

Is tantamount to that of cemetery,

When passing Ogun, Oyo and Osun seems quiet

And the only voices heard are the lamentations of the wind.

Getting to Ilorin

Where vehicles stopped at every five minutes

Just for road checkup

By Police men, soldiers and custom officers.

This journey is not a Virgin,

This journey is not on her period

Going to Minna seems going to Millan,

Where road side snacks are costlier than t.fare.

Getting to sokoto,

You'll be tempted to check your shokoto,

To see if your patience has fallen,

For this journey is for only the brave.

Sunsampaul Egwu, popularly known as Philosopher, is a poet, a published motivational writer, an instrumentalist, a vocalist, a graphic designer, a computer scientist and a blogger.

He is the author of the African folktale ‘IKENNA AND THE ZEBRA’ (2014).

He has released his audio poem album titled ‘WHAT WOULD YOU DO?’(2016) under the influence of Prince Ifeanyi Dike in Greenage Studio Allen Avenue, Ikeja, Lagos, Nigeria and an anthology of poems titled ‘SAVE THE WORLD.’ 

He's the award winner of ‘join me write’ poetry contest hosted by the poetry court and also winner of talented poet contest. He’s the President and Chief Sacristan of Armed Forces Altar Servers Association. He's the C.E O of Citadel of Life, a pioneer of Ghetto city of poetry, an active member and contributor of Peregrine Reads, Poets in Nigeria PIN, Figure of speech FOS, the poetry court, writers connect, talented poets, transformed family, 633 academy, words, rhymes and rhythm, LiteraNation, writers lodge, doveline poetry, ODP-African poets and vivid verses.

 You can reach him through Tel: +2348180861170and +2349098285261 Facebook: Sunsampaul Egwu, Twitter: @sunsaint96 Instagram: @sunsampaul, Gmail: sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com Ymail:sunday.egwu96@yahoo.com,