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saefpoem: 'ÉGHÉ [ "TIME" ] : With time,  The barren becomes pregnant,  With time,  The pregnant woman becomes a mother,  With time,  The mother become...

With time,  The barren becomes pregnant,  With time,  The pregnant woman becomes a mother,  With time,  The mother becomes a daughter,  With time,  The married woman becomes a widow,  With time,  The childless widow becomes an object of obscurity,  And weak pity.  With time, An heroes deed are told as stories, While great events become myths, And Once-Upon-A-Time.  For with time, Mountains metamorphose to sands,  Rivers turn farmlands,  And Hills reduce to slime.  And time, Frowns nor smiles on nothing, Neither does he give nor take something.  For only a fool boast with a dime.  Oh time,  You are so slow but yet too fast,  For our tomorrow only becomes yesterday,  Like the uncertain coloration of a lime.  Man is a slave to time,  As all men will answer to his call,  For the authority he exacts is divine,  Nothing happens without the consent of time.  The past is Time,  The present is Time The future is Time 

Sanity was dressed in filth And nobody recognized her. The long days and warm nights Sped along, chased one another, And were lost in time. And time, Men, and something within us Conspired against us and our innocence. The gloom of the land rushed on to meet us. Suddenly four white lads were about us. "I'll have these ones, " a  cucumber-headed lad said. "What's the matter?" We asked. "You're going to fight us," he said. "We fight fair," another said. "We don't want to fight," We said. "You'll fight!" said cucumber -head. Why?" "We want to kill you!" "What have we done," We cried "You're black," the third lad said. "Ready! "For this much all men know: Despite compromise, War, struggle, the Negro is not free”. The Negro is not free For we sow while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, ab

Grammar can be tough. There are a lot of rules to follow, and a lot to wrap your head around. Some of the rules we learn in school, though, aren’t exactly accurate. While some function as helpful guidelines for style and form, other so-called ‘rules’ are inventions, or ‘superstitions,’ as the lexicographer Henry W. Fowler called them. Here are some common grammar myths: 1. You can’t end a sentence with a preposition Most of us learned in school that ending a sentence with a  preposition  was a mistake. This ‘rule,’ however, is misguided, dating from the 17 th  century, when several notable writers tried to codify English to fit more neatly with Latin grammar. Clearly, there are instances where attempting to avoid ending a sentence in a preposition results in a statement that is either over-formal or simply poor English. An over-formal example might be: ‘He told her that there was nothing  of  which to be frightened.’ An example of poor English (or Yoda English) might be: ‘P

saefpoem: LIVE FOR TWO :                                        STORY                                #LIVE_FOR_TWO (Script 2)                                   ...

                                       STORY                                #LIVE_FOR_TWO (Script 2)                                   {A true life story}     Smith stood for minutes, staring at the tall building with the inscription ‘cafeteria’. He was confident that he could finally find solace for his ego that had earlier been washed by Emerald’s raining abuses during their bummer encounter days earlier. And perhaps, he could relate with people who unlike Emerald, still had respect and regard for him. Yes, Ukeme and Paul who had their attention buried in the sumptuously looking plate of fufu and melon soup they had before them. Smith quickly walked to the waitress, got a bottle of coke and joined their table.     “Guess what guys…. I’ve finally broken the jackpot” Ukeme raised his brow to Smith’s direction, with his eyes still fixed on the food. “Don’t tell me Bet9ja finally paid you” Paul gave out a sarcastic laugh that displayed yellowish particles of melon st

While being forcefully driven to Kaya I pulled out a bante, Tried to take control of the  vehicle And was shot in the attempt. Why Because I refused to stay silent In the face of Tyranny, Injustice, Anarchy, And Dictatorship. Their remarks : A violent man meets a violent end ; The dramatist they say  over dramatizes Himself once too often.   And yet, I was an innocent man Fighting for survival and sanity. For in desperate times One resorts to desperate measures.  For all those who fought, died for the Freedom and Liberty we enjoy today.. PA SHAKESPEARE