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The POET: NEW NIGERIA – Peter Ekpe

They might certainly say the obvious
They think we do less right and more dubious
Like One Aliko Dangote and a million Hushpuppi’s
Please hold on Mr. Racist bobby
We are more than just what stinks
And way above what the west think
You think what defines us is to do what we are told?
Cos our nation is in the market of powerful elites sold
But we are more than civilized
We are an idea in the process of being realized
Our culture strung together in woven aso-oke tapestry
And the colourful design is what makes our history
With influences that range from A to Zed
And yes, we say Zed instead of Zee
We are the brightness of all that is black
The Titans around the world that never slack
Our ambition is called an advisory content
Though we hope for the President that is God sent
Cos we believe in generation beyond our own
Knowing many of us intellectually have grown
Like the Women Gladiators against the democracy of dominatrix
The young generation plotting the graph of our political matrix
Summoning the courage like cathexis
To fight same Politician’s shedding like ecdysis
One day, the take over revolution will be televised
And the balance of restructuring will bring forth a rise
From the battle zone of Sambisa forest
To the borders of eko we shall build a fortress
More than the Danko hills to Munungu mountain peak
And on the country side of the Mambilla plateau we will seek,
Knock, progress, tick tock, tick tock like a clock
Standing for ages in unity like the Olumo rock
Deep inside the ancient Ogbunike cave
To the ambiance of Abuja we will crave
And merry with the bliss of Orido’s palm wine
For our eyes will glisten like the northern sunshine
Because we are myriad choices in the South and West
And million upon million striving voices in the East
Shouting, exploring the earth like merchants
Industrious in the battle of survival we chant
For pacifism and the dividends of democracy
Against bad leaders demonstrating nothing but demo-crazy

By: Peter Ekpe.

The Story: What Goes Around, Comes Around

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.

He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.

Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.

Bryan never thought twice about being paid.

This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan .

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”

There is an old saying “What goes around comes around.”

The Prose: Am I finished?

The Prose: Am I finished?

I was just goofing around on Facebook and saw one pretty sister and that was how the Casanova spirit inside me pushed me to send her friend request which she accepted after two days.

Some days later, I sent her that hand wave on Facebook messenger, she responded and that was how it all started. Something in me was saying take it easy, but this spirit of Casanova was really prepared to deal with me.

After I applied some pressure, she accepted and she even told me she did not want any unserious fellow but I keep assuring her I am different that my love is here to stay

Deep inside of me, I only came for the tithe and offering.

Last weekend she visited me in her Rav-4 and we spent the weekend together.

On Sunday morning, she asked me to drop her off at home which I obliged.

We drove close to Artillery Barrack where she pointed at the Army gates and she asked me to drive in.

I thought she was joking, but she was not. We got to the gate and the soldiers at the gate were saluting her.

At that point I didn’t know if the car’s AC went off or I accidentaly turned it off, but I began to sweat.

Luckily she did not notice. I dropped her off and she pecked me and told me to go with the car and use it as she would come to my place after service to discuss about our marriage. I managed to drive out of the gate.

Later in the day she came as promised and ask if she surprised me. I said not really; that I was proud of her…meanwhile I had peed like 20 times already.

Just this morning, she fully introduced herself as Major ENE her only two brothers are Lt Colonels in the Army and she is the only girl of her father who is a retired General.

I know I am dead, but I don’t know how dead I am.
My wife and kids are due to return next week.

The writer of this story is anonymous to Daily Watch Press.