My fellow masses! My hopeful citizenry!
Here comes to you samueldpoetry

Can you hear my reverberating voice?
Are you leaking the juice of my jamboree?
My poetic jamboree of sincerity

Must we accept these gravels blown Into our democratic staring eyes?

Indebtedness is neocolonialism
When will this government Caesar cease
Selling cunningly our souls to the world bank?
For exchange of gold from the world bank

There is fire on this mountain, no where to run
Day in day out, each break of the morning

I open my iris, the unbelievables I see
I see elderly arms milking publicly the
National cow one after the other
The greedy soldier-ants are draining the ants’ reservoir
The selfish fishermen are monopolizing the pond

The Napoleon is plotting against The Snowball
O my good gracious Lord and God,

Is this the new era animal farm?
The problem of the eye is the problem of the nose
We son of the soil_ wearing crown of this fatherland
Hate it or like it, we’re now wearing crown of thorns;
Monkey is working, baboon is chilling
The hands that borrow are the hands stealing.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings flying)


Themes Of The Fence By Lenrie Peters

The Fence by Lenrie Peters is a self-reflection. It is a poem that reflects the worries of the poet or the poem speaker against so many inner forces.

The themes of the poem are:

(1) The inability to justify one’s actions of good or bad deeds.
(This theme is the major reason the poem is considered a moral one; “My head goes round and round/ But I have not been drinking/ I feel the bouyant wave; I stagger/ It seems the the world has changed her garment/ but it is I who have not crossed the fence/ So there I lie/ There where the need for good/ and the “doing good” conflict/ there I lie” the quote speaks much of the poet’s concerns)

(2) The unphatomability of humans desired ambitions.
(Lenrie Peters shows that no matter how humans strive for achievements, the balance between past and future will remain confusingly immeasurable: “There where the dim past and future mingle/ their nebulous and aspirations/ there I lie”)

(3) The act of aging and its effects on human beings
(In line 10 of the poem, human body is said to age relentlessly leaving the mind with shadows of memories and most of the unwanted things human; things like shrinkages, natural weaknesses, gradual blindness, etc. “There where the body ages relentlessly/ and only the feeble mind can wander back/ there I lie in open-/ souled amazement/ There where all the opposites arrive/ to plague the inner senses but do not fuse/ I hold my head; and then contrive/ to stop the constant motion”)



Facts Of Chess | Naija Poets

Some fellows think that chess is for warring

Some think it’s for intellectual fellows

Of two fellows aiming at each other’s crown

In sixty four squares of black and white

In sixty four squares of eight ranks and file

Olening repertoirs are personified

Philidor defense, Reti attacks and

The Samisch variation are few to mention

Great Kasparov, Great Karpov, Great Korchnoi

Zugzwang, forks, en passant an gambits

Awkward words and lame terminologies

All these … Facts Of Chess | Naija Poets.


Poem And Analysis Of The Fulani Creation Story | Naija Poets

Every Nigerian ethnic group have their mythical story of ewasmergence. This post takes a good look at the Fulani creation story; a mythical poem about how the Fulani people emerged.

This poem has always been loved by every eyes that read it maybe because of the way truth was crafted in a funny way in the poem.

Click if wish to continue to full story

Poem And Analysis Of The Fulani Creation Story | Naija Poets.


Origami of the Mind


Stupidity’s watching the tree speaking

The tree’s watching stupidity misconfusing

the speeches of the tree to a hustling and

jostling and

clapping and clashing and crushing and slashing of

the leaves of the tree blown by breezing winds or winding breezes__ whatever.

So, stupidity’s whatever eyes that see

but cannot realise that

trees speak as human beings.

Samuel C Enunwa aka samueldpoetry


Ask Me What I Feel



Ask me what I feel
I feel love
Love in my heart
Love everlasting

For someday
I’ll kiss your lips
I’ll kiss your lips
I’ll kiss your lips
My mind keeps telling me this
My darling miss
Over longing you’s giving me hepatitis
A very deadly disease

So cease posting me
‘Cos you’re pretty and clean
Like a marine queen with a fin

I’m not as handsome as Walcott
I know
You can make me Chamberlain
I will bake you some cake
Buy you pancake
Make you laugh
Like you wanna break your ribs
While tears flow down your cheek

I can’t believe you’re declining
I’ll drink anything and die like a fly

So bring me Piriton
Mix it with margarine

Can you imagine
The itching
Your declining’s
Causing to my skin?

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry


Illiterate Politician

Moyet Vintage Cognac, France


I’m here to tell thee of the

Illiterate politicians

At the nightclubs

You will meet them

Are local government Chairmen

And Councillors

And some might be Supers

And some might be members of the House of Assembly

Sitting there

They always wear oversize shirts

The jeans they wear

Must either be branded:

Lexus Jean

Or Pepsi Jean

English: Propaganda Pepsi with Shakira on the ...
Propaganda Pepsi with Shakira on the street. Português: Propaganda da
Pepsi com a Shakira na rua. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Shakira Jean

Or O.b.j Jean

And girls,

Move close to them

You’ll hear:

“Fine girl,

Let me buy you Moyes  (Moyet Vintage Cognac)

An plenty plenty suya

An I redy to spent on yor head

An take you to US

In my laserjet (private jet)

Where I always watch the blues

Becos Im a Sessy fans (a Chelsea fan) for life”

Chelsea's crest, 2005–present
Chelsea’s crest, 2005–present (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Can you imagine those lies?

They lie blindly

But if you need money

You wont have to care about their lies

And volcabulary bombing.

Samuel C. Enunwa