What if I told you by Sunsampaul Egwu

WHAT IF I TOLD YOU
(Lifeexperience.com)

What if I told you
I'm not a Nigerian,
Even though my accent sound like that of a Fulani cow boy,
And my complexion differs not, from  a talented Igbo lad
I'm just a citizen of human race


What if I told you
I'm one of those angels
Sent down from heaven,
To help write about freedom with their pens.
To deliver those in captive,
To repair the brains of sadist
And make the world halcyon.

What if I told you
The evil they're doing
Will lead to  their early grave.
For no sinner shall go unpunished.
And theirs might be worst
If they refuse to desist
Since they find no means to resist.

What if I told you
Black doesn't mean Bad,
Even though they both begin with 'B'.
So let's stop judging by complexion
But by the content of character.

What if I told you
My pen is philosophical,
Penetrating deep into the heart of evil doers,
Devouring your devourers,
Tormenting your tormentors,
Fighting your fighters,
Deceiving your deceivers,
Giving peace to peace makers.

What if told you
Those children in the slum
Die every hour of malaria,
Mosquitoes now their neighbours,
Poverty waving in melancholy,
Cholera beating the drum of bad breathe on them,
Measles and acne smiling  at them.

What if I told you
Our hospitals are downtrodden,
Schools fallen,
Student engaged in malpractices,
Laboratories no where to be found,
Good teachers barely paid.
Yet they need the students to be leaders of tomorrow.

What if I told you
That our daughters suffered from excruciating pains,
Their glory-holes become penetrating holes.
They were raped in pains,
Bounded with chains,
Beaten with canes,
By those wicked women traffickers.

What if I told you
Our brothers who graduated with first class degrees,
Hunting for job for the past six years.
Yet ended up being  bus conductors,
Cos they were not given the chance to prove their intelligence.

What if I told you
Being nice to a girl
Doesn't obligate her
To be romantically attracted to you.
Some are for the money,
Whilst some needed to be horny.
They may even call you honey,
Whilst you're still moaning.
But at the end they'll leave you mourning,
While it's still morning.

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#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
29-02-16
05:31am

  

Sunsampaul Egwu aka The Philosopher, is a poet, instrumentalist, author and a computer science student. He is the  pioneer of Ghetto City of Poetry and the founder of Citadel of Life. He resides in Lagos, precisely Ajegunle. Paul is a lover of children and a life changer with zeal of helping souls in the slum, He also  lecture lads and lasses in writing. Egwu Paul started writing when he was six years old and he has written motivational books such as 'Words of wisdom to the nation', 'Turning your plight into your flight',  'Words of  Encouragement to the Nation' etc. But are still unpublished except his novel titled IKENNA AND THE ZEBRA, (An African folktale). Paul loves reading books of any genres including the Bible. He also blog@ www.citadeloflife.blogspot.com
Email: sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com. facebook: Sunsampaul Egwu. Tel: 08180861170
Twitter: @sunsaint96