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        (The Long Awaited)
    Samuel C. Enunwa
Author’s note………………….
My wealthy neighbour…………
Johnny as a kid………………..
At the stream………………….
What happened in heaven…….
Under the spell…………………
Two tombs…………………….
Eligible married couple 1&2….
Detective Tel 1,2,3,4&5………
My love promo………………..
Ode to the poet’s curtain……..
Halle Bery…………………….
They’re searching through Google…..
                         To thee, lovers of poetry
                       effort and ability
       I dedicate this to thee willingly.
       I thank God for this book, if not for him this would have been in vain. Mrs. A. A. Enunwa, I won’t stop trying though I know I won’t be able to repay your motherly love; Thank, you mother. My thanks also goes to you, Mr. & Mrs. Bamgboye, your labour and pain over me will never be in vain and in your family, blessings will continually rain. Daddy Leonard, I dey hail o and make blessing full your too, Amen.
     Enunwa Onyeka, Enunwa Eric, Enunwa Ruth, Bamgboye Kolawole, I appreciate you all. Aribido Daniel(D-Gbegbe), you are so mouthed; how is Rufus Giwa Polytechnic? Engr. Akinrelere Omotayo (T-money), how far? Ajibade Taiwo (Jah. Mr. Okra, Mr. Federal ); I appreciate you all.
     I can never forget you, all the Durance Publishing crew and those of the Thank you and keep up the good work. May the good Lord reward you all, Amen. Finally, to all my friends @
           AUTHOR’S NOTE
      It gladdens the whole of me, each time the thought and assurance of the fact that the scope of poetry is broader than anyone can mention, comes to my thinking. Poetry can take any form; it can be lyrical or satirical, come in form of praise or in a long narrative form which happens to be the poetic form, I’ve made use of in this book titled CHRISACEDARUTH(The Long Awaited).
     As I’ve said, this book contains more than ten narrative poems in which CHRISACEDARUTH(The Long Awaited) bears the same name with the title of this book and has over two thousand five hundred lines, divided into more than fifteen stanzas. It is the story of a village boy, who happens not to be who he thought he was but later maybe through the help of luck or through the force of fate, or maybe through his personal strives, discovered his true self, his weaknesses, strengths, etc.
  It is also true that the poem: CHRISACEDARUTH(The Long Awaited) is the major reason for this book but I’ve also garnished it with inclusion of other funny, entertaining and educating poems like The Eligible Married Couple 1&2, the most wanted, Detective Tel 1,2,3,4&5; and My Love Promo, which happens to be the favorite of almost all my fans @, among others.
     Aside from the fact that the poems are rhyme oriented, I’ve tried and made sure they are sculpted with simple languages and diction. Before you ask me my reason, I’ll tell you that I do not believe in complexity. What’s the essence of turning enjoyment to homework? My paramount aim is to cure your boredom. My major aim is to make this book, your teddy bear, your pet, you can take anywhere and as you read, I believe your boredom will be deleted. Thanks, for your love.
                        Samuel C. Enunwa.
He never cheated nature
But pilled himself to labour
At exactly twenty four
He met expected future
Became a famous employer of labour
And poverty couldn’t knock his door
Then sighed and took a resting posture
And slept and slept and snored
And fell from couch to the floor
Yes, he was held by nature
Who? The famous employer of labour
Whom we were once a neighbour
And loved his hardworking nature
He slept and snored on the floor
While they knocked his office door
For they loved his overture
Yet he slept and slept and snored
And slept and slept on the floor
And so scared of his earth departure
They knocked and knocked his office door
And knocked as if to create puncture
And opened and found him on the floor
When broken his office door
“When did oga start this nature?”
They asked and laughed him on the floor
And logged him from the floor
Back to his resting posture
He slept and slept and snored
And sometimes fell on the floor
And feeding became his failure
And was only catered by neighbours
Where he slept and snored
And must be dreaming, I’m sure
Of living with lady he adored
And they talked and toured
And shared a love adventure
Where he slept and snored
At exactly ninety four
He woke from his resting posture
And was a celebration galore
And walked on the floor
Then fell and got final departure
And that my wealthy neighbour
Who was dead on the floor
Taught me not to cheat nature.
               Samuel C. Enunwa. July 13, 2009.
Happiness dwindled
As loneliness doubled
And none to rekindle
But while ago were whistles
Shout for passes and dribbles
Songs held their paddles
Till end of the battle
A football battle
Mirthful and memorable
Two elephants wrestled
Grasses had to struggle
At the grassless middle
Fell he who dribbled
Stood and took water bottle
From the first aid people
More than thousand people
Young, old and middle
Aged happy people
Singing were married couples,
Kids and searching singles
Lovers turned compatible
Pretty belles chew bubble
Received short cuddles
As they screamed amidst people
During goals, shots and dribbles
And the pretty one I cuddled
Made the battle memorable
I wished for endless battle
Because of love incomparable
That waited amidst the people
But the final whistle
Changed the people
Made happiness dwindled
And loneliness doubled
It was unbelievable
Only me at the middle
Of chairs, I couldn’t buckle
My shoes, I mingled
With darkness, no candle
To see, I was cripple
And had to struggle
I learnt after the battle
That change was flexible
Though I was able
To escape that silence jungle.
   Samuel C. Enunwa. Sept. 12, 2009.
         JOHNNY AS A KID
One Sunday, immediately after
One a.m, Jonathan Odda
Appeared on earth like other
Children born in Igala
Jonathan Sunday Odda
The son of Mr. Jack Odda
A very skillful welder
And Mrs. Jane Odda
A sweet kola nut seller
Was fair as his father
Not hairy as his mother
Had a brother and a sister
And friends and grandfather
Only called him Johnny Odda
When Jonathan Sunday Odda
Began walk and talk to his mother
His father and every other in Igala
He began to surprise his mother
Father and every other in Igala
And loved to stick to his mother
And they both crossed the Igala boarder
On foot to villages next to Igala
Where she sold her sweet kola
One Sunday, immediately after
Six a. m. Jonathan Odda
Left the side of his mother
Who hadn’t crossed Igala boarder
For she was short of kola
And two years old Johnny Odda
Trekked and crossed Igala boarder
For he missed his female lover
Who happened to be the daughter
A beautiful two years old daughter
Of a major buyer to his mother.
             Samuel C Enunwa Jun. 15, 2010.
I met a beautiful lady at the stream
With no fetching bowl at the stream
“What a beautiful lady at the stream!
Beautiful than the advertisers of cream
She might even be goddess of this stream”
I said to myself at the stream
Then to the beauty …
I wish I was an angel
To feel the feelings people feel
And stay and make them feel
Well when others bid farewell
Because I knew very well
Of a village near a dell
Where a beauty …

       TWO TOMBS
My buttocks and two thumbs
Are sitting on a tomb
Waiting for mother to come
You should know Ukpom
The greatest warrior of Atagom
Slim, dark and handsome
But where does …
Eligible married couples
Soon get into trouble
Offer each other battle
Live so unstable
And uncomfortable
And regret being couple
When the …
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 dark and huge and tall
And had wavy hair as well
More attractive than I can tell
Married women and mature girls
And those with age I’ll not tell
Will do anything to have Micheal
When I heard the death of Micheal
I became scared than I can tell
And felt this world is a hell
Cried and couldn’t feed well
Took my Bible and my bell
Prayed God rescue from this hell
But who could kill Micheal?
Took and slaughtered A. Micheal?
There was a quarrel between Micheal
And his landlord where he dwelt
And 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
But who could killed Micheal?
Took and slaughtered A. Micheal?
The police and I, Tel
Have locked the suspects in cell
My investigation on Campbell
Showed he paid Micheal
And the landlord of Micheal
Only quarreled with Micheal
Over payment of where he dwelt
And he had paid as well
But couldn’t pick a jilted girl
Or who emptied the wallet of Micheal
And today, Adam Cole died in cell
So who could kill Micheal?
Took and slaughtered A. Micheal?
Who only if I tell
Could suspect me Detective Tel
Took and slaughtered A. Micheal?
For having affair with my wife, Arnabel.
            Samuel C Enunwa Jun. 27, 2010.
Hi! I’m Detective Tel
Everybody knows me well
I investigated the death of Micheal
The death of Joseph A. Micheal
Found dead at the street of Sel
Not far from Pleasantry Hotel
I swear, now …

Here comes the info
To shorties with no
In this sumptuous promo
Where soft Hi! Wins, Hello!
And makes you my duo
In my attempt to woo.
We’ll date without ado,
Travel and zoom to zoo,
Watch animals like rhino,
Lion, merino and buffalo;
Birds like flamingo,
Puffin, kiwi and cuckoo.
Tour place like Toronto,
Boarding a beautiful jumbo,
Cruising a stretch limo
And by rail, the loco
Making the trip in toto
To places we go.
Visit a beach lido
Where you’ll bask in lilo
While I play waterpolo
Or an American rodeo
By dressing like gaucho
And gallop a bronco.
Party and listen to rondo
Where served burrito or taco
When I dance tango or zydeco
Amidst White, Indian and Negro
Or act opera with libretto
Blended by cello for physio.
Then drive home as love and bro
When the sky is indigo
To pour you some ouzo
In my room with stereo
Playing songs with intro
While you watch my photo.
At this very canto,
Once you aren’t a bimbo
And possess a libido,
I won’t act as bozo,
Loving will be our cameo
To prove our brio.
I’ll move like yo-yo,
Making the process in vivo,
And move to hear Sam o!
Making the process in vitro
So you can call me hero,
And a love supreme.
          (The Long Awaited)
I’m glad, I can be heard
The journey of over hundred
Years, this’ how it stared
The sun over our heads
Was nothing but fire red
Hotter than hell was said
To be; maize, …
The above poems are excerpts from the book titled CHRISACEDARUTH [The Long Awaited] which is available both in hard copy and e-book at
  The poems below are just for you to have a taste of my next book titled “PEOPLE PLACES AND PERSONALITIES” and I’m sure, you’ll derive from it all lessons and fun you wish for. Thank you.
Eh! What a screen with a heavenly picture!
Picturing an artistic fixture,
Turning my bedroom to a museum of culture
That handsomely showcases the native of passion
With the exhibition of heavenly creatures.
Hi! You scattered lightening of illumination!
I embarrassingly cherish your illustration;
What a great explanation!
For illuminating heaven’s innovation.
Oh! You banana shaped fluorescence of harmony!
Harmonizing damsels as the heavenly legacy;
I marvel at your melody
Because you speak from memory
To the best of my memory.
Hello! You specially carved image of passion!
Sitting on the harmonious banana fluorescence
With a crown-like beret of assertion,
Wearing an angelic gown of emergence
Ribbonly embellished for fashion;
What a comely face of continence!
That never conceals emotion
By reproducing an alluring smile
Romanticizing my soul with affection;
All in this heavenly picture.
I’ve blind argued many, many
Beings of this arresting beauty
Till I set my eventually
Double opened nakely
Eyes on Halle Bery
Not in the telly
Not physically
But the cover of Ebony
Where waited she sexily
My friend! My foe!! My family
Now I can bet my money
Bet the whole of my money
With conviction in my belly
That God Almighty
Sculpted Halle Bery
On Monday very early
To possess such a beauty.
       Samuel C Enunwa Mar. 11, 2011
Hi! I’m Enunwa Samuel
I wrote, “Detective Tel”
“Under the Spell”
Plus poems people wanted
And also authored
“How Love Is Treated”
I’ve never wanted to
Tell my story _ true
But people are searching through
Devilfinder, Ask and Yahoo
To hear the horse’s mouth too
From C.R.I.N Staff School to
Ibadan Grammar School to
The one and only TASUED
Not where I learnt bonjour
I understand English too
Igbo, Yoruba _ ki lo tun ku?
I’ve never wanted to
Tell my story _ true
But people are searching through
Devilfinder, Ask, and Yahoo
To hear …
And at me she stared…………
And the man regreeted……….
And the shadow of a hand…….
Eh! What a screen with a heavenly picture!……
Eligible married couple………
Everywhere was neat and weeded…
Fylid, I was scared……………
Gently, she held………………
Happiness dwindled………….
He never cheated nature………
Here comes the info………….
Hi! I’m Detective Tel………..
Hi! I’m Enunwa Samuel……..
I faintly narrated……………..
“I know”, he said……………
I looked……………………..
I mean, when out of bed……..
I met a beautiful lady at the stream…..
I’m glad, I can be heard………
Immediately morning appeared….
In the village we landed……..
I sat and threw above my head…….
I sat quietly on my bed………
I searched and searched……..
I thought in my head………..
It was sudden descend………
I’ve blind argued many, many….
I was so, so, so scared………
I wish, I was an angel……….
Lying amidst the long dead….
My buttocks and two thumbs…
One Sunday, immediately after…
Someday, I’ll be in heaven……
Suddenly appeared……………
Then father held me and Fred….
Then I called…………………
They learnt human can never be predicted….
They were the ones at our bed….
“This can’t be Helied…………
When they beheaded………….
We trekked and trekked and trekked….
…Your mother narrated………



CHRISACEDARUTH[The Long Awaited]is a narrative anthology that contains over thirty poems including the most wanted Detective Tel 1 – 5,My Love Promo, My EWealthy Neighbour, etc; and not excluding the poem:Chrisacedaruth[The Long Awaited]that was named after this book.This interesting poem Chrisacedaruth[The Long Awaited]has over 2,500lines with so many stanzas.The tells the story of a boy with a mysterous identity.He strived and tried and kept trying to unlock his mystery
The ebook can be downloaded at http://www.i-proclaimbookstore.comPoetry



This book contains some of my poems.Some of love, some of events, some of my feelings and my little experience in life.They are 90% rhyme oriented. This book, I believe, will give the poetic fun to poetry lover and to the world in general.You will have the opportunity to enjoy my most wanted poems like: “In The Shower”, “To What Shall I Compare”, “My Love Promo”, etc.
My name is Samuel C. Enunwa.I’m a Nigerian, from Delta state.I’m right now a graduating student of Tai Solarin University of Education, Nigeria.My base for now is in Oyo state, Nigeria.My e-mail is phone number is 08035234655, 07035072307.I’m very grateful.(2010, paperback, 88 pages)



 When almost consumed the green cartoon of lonely doom
In paroxysm pounded with mellow fake joy, you resumed
With passion steps and sword, and sword the lonliness that loom
That loom and later ghost away my room
Now fonder your far away make my room
Make my room loudly long your resume
Your resume to Xena away lonliness from my room
So please come, come let’s change the smell o
f my room
Before ASUU feed on porridge of empty promises to resume
Baby please come, come let’s change the smell of my room
My beautiful love to that of love making perfume
Fuming fecundity of tention and perspiration boom
When happily glued together like new bride and groom
Baby please come, come let’s change the smell of my room
To that of a unisex perfume
After watching Indiana Jones And The Temple of Doom
And please come, come let’s change the smell of my room
Bedroom, bathroom and sitting room
For you own the room to sit my belly to sit my belly to zoom
Away like Harry Potter on the Nimbus broom
So baby please come, come I need you in my room.
Samuel C. Enunwa Nov. 12, 2011.



It is evident now a days that whatever thing one wants to achieve, one can achieve. It requires enthusiasm and the ability to seek the right source of information. Becoming a second language broadcaster, if you ask me, is a thing a toddler can do when bestowed all the simple-to-understand clues. Please, do not allow your background or educational status to hamper your interest. It will be very unfair to conclude that you already have the knowledge of what is referred to as a second language. A second language can simply be referred to as a language spoken and understood by a particular set of people in a given community which differs from their officialy accepted language for interraction. A second language can as well be a dialect. In a nutshell, using such language in the act of broadcastering is called a second language broadcasting. The first clue to becoming a second language broadcaster is that which you have done; taking action towards that which you have thought about. I have been made to realise in Napoleon Hill’s book titled THINK AND GROW RICH, that thoughts are things. Taking action towards your desire is the first clue you need in becoming a second language broadcaster. Through the peregrination of becoming a second language broadcaster, balancing is required of you. You will not only be a good second language broadcaster, you will stand out if your knowledge of both language (the second language and the official language) is sound and balance. You should be able to transcribe and translate both language, irrespective of where you belong as a newscaster, programme presenter, continuity announcer, etc. The issue of balancing leads me to the next needed clue. You need to possess the materials that will aid your effectiveness. Possess the up-to-date dictionary for the two language. Make continuous research, always visit libraries, read newspapers, journals, articles, books like novels, drama, poetry and always listen to news critically. Having a group and a mentor will aid you dream of becoming a second language broadcaster. A mentor should be someone who will help you directly or indirectly to becoming your interest; someone you will learn from, someone who will always make you to want to bring out the best in you. Aside from having a mentor, join groups of similar interest in your locality or through the social networking sites. Doing this will go a long way in helping you to achieve your interest. Apprentiship is a clue I can’t forget to mention. I’ve only decided to save the best for last. You should be ready and willing to put on an apprentiship attire, if you want to become a second language broadcaster. What I mean by an apprentiship attire is this, you must find a means of getting into the system and see and touch and operate with the “machines” that you will be using for broadcasting. It is a good thing to attend a higher institution to bag a certificate in mass communication, but I believe, this could be done the other way round, for someone who is interested but less privileged. Start broadcasting , raise fund and later go to school to acquire the certificate. Another advantage of this apprentiship clue is that it gives you the chance to familiarise yourself with the general broadcasting rules and the in-house rules i.e the rules of the station where you will be broadcasting. You might be wondering how you will go about that. It is simple. You can decoy the organisation. Seek for the job of a cleaner, messanger, gateman, driver, labourer, etc. You can consult an insider with a token from your pocket in sponsor a programme which you will have to be his/her co-presenter i.e you will the money, while he/she will drop his/her experience. You can as well meet with a well groomed freelance present and seek his/her permission to always be with him/her during his/her presentations. As go into the system, here are the lists of other clues you can take along: 1. You should always be yourself. Be no slave to another man through core imitation. 2. An average of twenty words is suitable for a paragraph in broadcasting. 3. Always be ready for emergency and be accessible. 4. Hyping and endorsement is not professional in broadcasting. 5. A standard jingle mustn’t be beyond sixty seconds. 6. You should always be honest and do not intimidate your listeners with your information. 6. There must be decency in any language of broadcasting. 7. You should consider all the age range during broadcasting. 8. Cases of land dispute concern less the broadcaster and more the lawyer and the law court. 9. Jingles and timing go hand in hand in broadcasting. Below should be your dailybread for broadcasting: 1. I must take my job so seriously. 2. I must always do the right thing. 3. I must work proper preparation and written materials. 4. I must use the right language. 5. I must always trust in God and be willing to take to corrections. 6. I must coperate with people in the right manner.

By Samuel C. Enunwa. Mar. 29, 2012.

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UNDERSTANDING – samuel contemporary

This poem is dedicated to the likes of Hellen Keller, Yinka Ayefele, Samuel C. ENUNWA and all of us who are physically impaired. I believe the Lord is our strength.

 Every day you see and hear thousands 
Of things _ words, whispers, colours, shapes,
 Shadows. How does your mind make sense
 At least tell me of all these
 Sights and sounds? Understanding is
 A mysterious process. In this
 Mundane theme you’ll meet these
 Ones who _ despite being isolated from this
 Hearing and seeing world _ learn with ease
 To solve some of life’s mysteries
 So like the acolyte of mysteries
 Please, these lines have come to appease
 Thy boiling in displease to cease.
 [The Mysteries of Life, Glencoe Literature 4] Samuel C. Enunwa April 11, 2012. Images: The Sense of Smell, 1987, Jack Beal. oil on canvass, 653/4 x 48in. The George Adams Gallery,New York. Please, feel free to encourage in any way you wish. My email is You can as well follow me on