You and I know _ and cannot pretend, that every game are not the same; and can never be. You and I know that every game has its boundary, fundamental rules one must adhere to. Understanding the basic rules of a game totally worths the effort. I’m sure, without rule(s), any game is no game. What will you call a game without a goal? What will you call a game without fowls, without a sin to commit, without a price to pay or rewards instead? Since games cannot exist without rules, these rules are worth learning.
        You must also understand that rules vary from game to game; some are rigid, some are flexible, some can be neglected while some can never be. In the game of volleyball, when a ball of one side crosses over the net to that of an opponent and lands in their court; they get a point added. When there’s a bad or dangerous tackle from an opponent in a game of football, the rule is a fowl. Any word arranged by a player in the game of scrabble but can not be found in the agreed dictionary leads to a lose of turn. It goes on and on from ludo and even down to my game; just name it!
        In chess, just like in other games. You need to keep abreast of the rules. Board rules, tournament rules, terminologies, and so on. I’ll say that for you to succeed in chess, you need full understanding of the chess rules; most importantly, the rules guiding the deployment of chess pieces and the movement of chessmen on the board (I pray, the voice of illegality will not probe you.)
I don’t normally tell people this, but when I want my listener to quickly and fully drag points out of what I have to say, I say this. Couple of years back, when I was fresh in the university, my level of chess was low _ when I mean low, I understand how I’ve measured it and I know exactly what I’m saying. I discovered I was always happy and confident when attacking, tormenting my opponent _ sometimes with foolish risks and sacrifices, but freaks out easily when I’m short of attack. Meaning I only loved attacking but could not confront anything spelt a-t-t, not to talk of a-t-t-a-c-k (attack).
All I’m trying to drive out from all I’ve said is that it’s a very good thing to understand one’s self; understand who you are. Know the things you can do, the things you like, the situations you easily triumph in. understand the cases you can handle, not excluding the things that easily bring you fear, etc. I know you will love to ask or inquire how _ how you can understand yourself and improve drastically your chess performance. Don’t worry my friend; I’m here to tell you all you need do. You should understand here and now that even if it’s possible for you to make use of the supernatural tools _ I don’t know if possible, first of all, I’ll want you to learn, understand and make use of the simple. Remove the super and make use of the natural do-as-I-do tool judiciously. Have your seat, take a little while to reflect and study yourself; a pretty simple tool.
You can study yourself by personally looking at the things you like and do not like. You can as well make use of the people tool; people close to you who can candidly say things about you, and disclose to your hearing the things that will be of great help in this development quest. Directly or indirectly, ask them some questions that will bring out some truth about you. Ask them about your chess attitude and anything necessary. You can also make use of an intermediary. Many years back, in my university days, my school was preparing for a tournament when I got summoned by my school coach, that fateful afternoon, when I got to him he said he had heard many people talk about my being over selfish with my bishops and that he had noticed that too. He inquired for my reason since man is an island of knowledge before he said he would love me to make some adjustments. Sincerely yours, it was then I learnt that I had not been using my ears. Please, I’m not trying to bore you. I made mention of the lesson because it’s not every one that will be opportune to have a conscious and caring coach like mine who will help you when you forget or refuses to use every tool including your ears that you need in understanding of yourself and improve your chess result.


GANI FAWEHINMI (1938 – 2009)

            People on earth
I was very happy when I met
            Samuel the poet
Who will deliver to you on earth
            All I felt
On my way to heaven from earth
            Right and left
Angels treated me just as pet
            Stars and comets
Were singing, I can’t forget
            Oh! And trumpets
Were blown by good men from earth
            Oh! Though death
Separates good men from earth
            Never, never fret
Just do all good things on earth
            Love and respect
And leave no one with regrets
            Market is earth
Heaven, our royal place of birth
            Please, don’t forget
I, Gani loves you all on earth.
       S. C. Enunwa Sept. 24, 2009.


Sweet, sweet sister of mine
Sipping on sofa next to mine
Songs on stereo as wine
And swallowing The Swede Swain
With sparks as she grins
And smiles at several lines.
My sacred chic sanguine
My senior and my seine
Arresting sadness as sardine
And subduing sorrows and pains
With supple speeches so saline
To my skull, senses and brain.
I sincerely say again, again
You statue, so sexy to explain
With speeches saying: smile, so fine
  To simple, simple storms of mine.
As sea plant on your sea I’ll remain
To surmount the storms of mine.
Saying this so simple and plain
Sweet, sweet sister of mine
In a supple skin of a seven or nine;
Your stars I see them so shine
Through several states and Spain
For your stress on Sam aren’t vain.
Christy is a very lovely wife
And wants a very lovely life
For everybody now I’m twenty five
She’s still the greatest part of my life
Providing guiding me through life
And please, you’ll recognize her too
Any time and day she runs into you
For she’ll end her talking with you
By saying, “please, don’t ever do
Whatever thing I will not do.”
     Samuel C. Enunwa Nov. 8, 2010.


If you want a good life
With your kids and your wife
With clients and anyone in life
In any relationship of life
Until you’re old or ninety five
Oh! Please, for you to survive
Oh! Yes, to survive in life
  Go get “the O.C” one to five
And so watch Peter Gallagher.
     Samuel C. Enunwa Nov. 15, 2010.

POETRY: A Vital Genre of Literature


“Memory is not so brilliant as hope, but it is more beautiful, and a thousand times as true.” —  Prentice

POETRY: A Vital Genre of Literature
I believe, to a layman, poetry can be understood as a set of ideas, structured in short or long lines and sometimes with stanzas. Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary of English Language, the 7th edition, simply refers to poetry as a collection of poems or poems in general; or in other words, something with a beautiful and elegant quality. It also added that poetry is synonymous to verse. It has been written and documented that poetry belongs to one of the three genres of literature _ drama, poetry and prose. It is the genre of literature that citizens so many unbelievable forms of brevity with the aid of the merciful poetic license.
Poetry is as old as time with a long history dated back to the Sumerian epic of Gilgamesh, the Chinese Shijing and down to the Homeric epics, the Odyssey and the Iliad. It was likewise said to be maintaining an oral form until the advent of written words, when poetry harnessed the privilege to as well live in a written form _ which could be straight, or slant or wobble or whatever.
 I will also love to say here and now, that the knowledge of poetry goes beyond the reasoning or explanation of a single medulla oblongata. The explanation of it must be diverse and the diversities are evident through the different ways in which people have been spelling the meaning out. This, I strongly believe, is the major reason a poem will be correctly interpreted by different people in different ways and this has also been the reason behind the differences in the poetic definitions of renounced poets:
“Emily Dickenson said, “If I read a book and it makes my body so cold, no fire ever can warm me, I know that is poetry;” and Dylan Thomas definedc poetry this way: “Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenail twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing, ’” quoted Mark Flanagan of www.contemporarylit.about.com
Poetry is the most vital of the genres of literature. When placed side by side with the two other genres, it is the most relevant and the most needed. It can be embedded in the other genres of literature, by taking the form of epigram to live in the belly of a drama or prose. Any time, any day, poetry will always be ready to be in unison with both drama and prose; mostly by taking the form of a song to add colour to an acted drama or prose. It must also be noted that some features of poetry are borrowed to season or spice up the two other genres of literature.

The importance of poetry can never be overemphasized. According to the comment of Perspective at http://www.answers.yahoo.com/questions/index on the topic: Importance of Poetry, “Mainly it benefits you and releases stress but with the right words could change the world.” Poetry gives solace to the grieve, answer to the seekers, strength to the lovers and music to the leisure. So, no matter the shape and look poetry chooses to wear; be it ballad, epic or lyrical, it must always be remembered that poetry is what we live for.


I’ve confirmed in the shower
That hands glide easier
And even flat fingers
Can also move gentlier
Over breast in the shower
When my love in the shower
Glides left hand, in the shower
Over right breast, in the shower
And her right hand, in the shower
Over left breast, in the shower
Sreening for any lump, in the shower
Or knots or thickenings in the shower
And for any early cancer
For early breast cancers
As said by her doctor
That breast curable cancers
Can be found in the shower.

DETECTIVE TEL June 26, 2010

Hi,I’m detective Tel
Investigating the death of Micheal
The death of Joseph A. Micheal
Found dead at the street of Sel
Not far from Pleasantry Hotel
The thirty two years old, Micheal
Was very very tall
Huge and dark as well
Had a wavy hair as well
Attractive than I can tell
Married women and mature girls
And those with the age I can not tell
Will do anything to be with Micheal
When I heard the death of Micheal
I became scared more than I can tell
Felt this world is a hell
Cried and couldn’t feed well
Took my Bible and my bell
Prayed, God rescue us from this hell
But who could kill A. Micheal?
Took and slaughter Joseph A. Micheal?
There was a quarrel between Micheal
And his landlord where he dwelt,
Adam Cole threatened Micheal
Who slept with his girl;
And Joseph A. Micheal
Had empty wallet where he fell,
Lent money to campbell
And jilted so many girls
Oh my God!Who can tell?
Who slaughtered A. Micheal?
The policemen and I, Tel
Have locked the suspects in cell
My investigation on Campbell
Shew he had paid Micheal
And the landlord of Micheal
Only quarrelled with Micheal
Over the payment of where he dwelt
And he had paid as well.
We couldn’t pick any jilted girl
Or who emptied the wallet of Micheal
And today, Adam Cole died in the cell
So, who killed A. Micheal?
Who, only if I tell,
Could suspect me, detective Tel,
Killed Joseph A. Micheal
For having affair with my wife,Arnabel?