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July 6, 2019

Dr Fixit (3720 - 3723)

3720

It looked like
there was a picture the lady

Had of
Crookedmouthit before the parley



But the mention of
my status seemed

To rub off on him
for the women’s eyes dimmed



When one asked of
his wife – I did realize

They knew him well
but he laughed and said how nice



She had turned out
since the day I came back

And had conducted
herself to be on proper track.



Having caught the
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Published on July 06, 2019 05:09

July 2, 2019

JULY (ACROSTIC)

Just keep praying
and working to be the best;



Utilize all chances more in you to invest;

Lessen frivolities that'd steal from your nest;

Your hard work and prudence dictate your harvest.






POSTSCRIPT: 'WHAT
THE NANNY GOAT TOLD HER KIDS' is my new novel and is out. It's suspense-filled
contemporary fiction combining elements of fantasy and realism. It's told from
a nanny
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Published on July 02, 2019 18:15

June 26, 2019

WHAT THE NANNY GOAT TOLD HER KID (3)

Instead of any tangible thing
happening around her here in the stall, she heard again up on the palm trees as
the ravens brazenly called: ‘Mock-mock! Mock-mock! Mock-mock!’

Grace drew near the door, her kids
tailing her and peeped through a crack at the outside. All she saw was the big
plastic container receiving rainwater from the downspout and the vast concrete
courtyard between the main
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Published on June 26, 2019 18:09

June 24, 2019

WE ARE ALL CULPABLE

Before the arrival of



The Cross and Crescent,

Bards want to ram down



My throat, we all were saints.

But I'm seeing something

Across my hedge:



The lizards and chickens

Who haven't read a letter

In any of the tomes,

Filled with incredible rage

Jumping around to scratch

Their eyes out; bitter

And whipping to skin

One another.

Honestly, bards,

I'm lost in ponder.

Did the
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Published on June 24, 2019 01:19

June 23, 2019

THE ART OF LIVING

Some think life should be lived on the fast lane:

Racing cars, disco light, fast food and jet plane;

Some think living is best in the countryside:

In the flora and fauna they find their pride.

Well, you make living an art with what suits you;

A great art it is if the fallout none would rue.
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Published on June 23, 2019 04:53

June 17, 2019

IF YOU MISS GOD'S KINGDOM YOU'D CRY

If you
miss God’s kingdom you’d cry;

Try and
skip Satan’s every lie.

The true
Messiah is the Christ;

He came
and died for you and I.



Miss the
New Heaven and Earth and cry;

To every
evil learn to say goodbye.

Entry to
paradise is your right;

Miss it
and land in hellish death and fry.



POSTSCRIPT:

If you
worship that great car you ride on a tour,

I salute
ingenious humans who
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Published on June 17, 2019 03:49

June 13, 2019

Dr Fixit (3678 - 3680)

3678

‘But it was bright
under the canopy of leaves

And I could judge
its position from the slanting rays



‘Which passed
through holes in the leaves like shafts

But far and in
between were the gaps.



‘The swallow flew
in and over me did hover

And to my ears:
“Time for meal,” it did utter.



‘“Lie down and open
your mouth. I’d bring you food.”

I did as told and
what poured in was good.
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Published on June 13, 2019 00:10

June 12, 2019

WHAT THE NANNY GOAT TOLD HER KIDS (2)

Grace glanced suspiciously at the other six
goats in the pen browsing the bale of leaves swinging on a rope between them
and was glad none read her mind. She was somewhat irritated by the nuisance of
the lone billy goat in the pen, sniffing, hissing and thumping the ground with
its hoofs attempting to mate with the nanny goats. He was on a long rope which
enabled him move from one end to the
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Published on June 12, 2019 09:18

June 6, 2019

WHAT THE NANNY GOAT TOLD HER KIDS

PROLOGUE

What
provoked the wrath of the nanny goat was the wife of its owner, Mrs Ransom,
this fateful day. She had pointed disdainfully to her youngest daughter and
asked her in a fit of anger if she wanted to be like the nanny goat’s teats
giving milk only when repeatedly hit. The nanny goat knew those words were
directed at her. She had stayed that long in the pen and had curiously
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Published on June 06, 2019 20:05

May 31, 2019

JUNE (ACROSTIC)

Jolly well learn to
rest and work at same time;

Unclutter (or
declutter) your life’s page and nicely punctuate it.

Never lose sight of
your goal as anything else is a crime;

Endeavour,
notwithstanding the hiccups, a great end to hit.



POSTSCRIPT: Watch out for my new novel written from a nanny goat's viewpoint and Dr Fixit (Africa's Longest Poem) Volume Eight, all nearing completion. Get
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Published on May 31, 2019 23:49