Muse Guide

Come

'Come', i saw this inscription written with red lipstick on my mirror, "Come! Where! Come!", i reiterrated. I picked up my phone to dial 911, I reported what I've seen and known so far. 
I felt relieved on dropping the call, partial peace at least had set in due to law's awareness. Suddenly, my window went ajar, what opened it I didn't know, an envelope fell from the window sill, I lifted it to confirm its contents, it hides in a letter which reads, 'Mayor's harbour'. 
 I relayed it all again to the detective in-charge of my case. I removed my blazers from the hanger to put on, likewise I wore 'hot-ice' perfume to avoid unpleasant odour as i didn't bath. I waved a cab, hopped in as it drove towards Mayor's harbour, my mind was filled up, not like I was totally innocent about what might be going on, but I wanted it to end right on that day. I've clearly told Junta I'm not into this again. I had reflected while in prison but he wouldn't listen, and I think it's best if he also go to prison, it's not a very bad thing. 
 I was in agog to see Junta's sorrowful eyes has the prison's bracelet graced his wrists. 
 On reaching the harbour, a sign post was pointing to the canoe tied to the dock which reads, 'use the canoe and paddle towards the green flag on the other side,  I boarded the canoe, slowly I moved,  on seeing a green flag appeared, I paddled faster in its direction. 
 I disembarked the canoe, walked through a tiny path amidst bush, i hadn't taken more than fifteen steps before i heard some weird footsteps behind me. I slewed around to see who comes by, to my utmost surprise, six hefty men were trailing behind me, they're with red apron tied to their waists, Junta wouldn't do this I'm sure,  so it's the ritualist, they persuaded me out of my home to kill me. 
  By the time I could reasoned out of the box, their number had greatly increased. I jumped inside the bush, falling and standing up, i just mustn't die. I'm just back from 2years imprisonment now some unknown men wanted me hostage in another life imprisonment or death without an offence. 
 They caught me before I could covered many speed, they surrounded me holding big-headed cutlasses, none of them talked, one brought out a cloth and covered my mouth, as we were all stepping out of the bush, what we heard was, 
"you're all under arrest, don't try anything stupid because we've surrounded your domain", I saw my parole officer discharging, I was happy with him for the first time. Had it been I kept this all to myself, who knows what might have happened now. 
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#Talesmen 
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Come

'Come', i saw this inscription written with red lipstick on my mirror, "Come! Where! Come!", i reiterrated. I picked up my...

Multiintrinsic's NYSC Departing Note

NYSC departing note... 
... 
Glory be to the Almighty God. 
Out of the NYSC prison gate, 
new beams, fresh breeze fell on my gaze. 
Atleast, free atlast, like a bird out of cage, 
12 moons, a 365 revolutions on the earth plane, 
diligently, obeyed that clarion call, it set me awake, 
be it the scorching uv rays or drenching heavy rain, 
for the nation to reign we serve with a change, 
shoutout to great guys i met and dames, 
we all are representatives of future gains. 
.... 
My grey green khaki i use to wear, 
is half covered with dust, with stress, 
stucked on at spots where strong it is to dress, 
my retinas are clear, my noses thus smells, 
what tribes hither does to the bottom of their depth, 
though i left behind my impression quill, just my sense, 
vividly, i can tell, 
i accommodated many cultures to my creed strength, 
though i ex their violence, ill twist, act of wrest, 
emulate I did proper conduct, took it abreast, 
possess, impressive, divinely demeanor arrest, 
hence, i learnt super wit wont go for a cent, 
with sword shotwith arrows, with spears, 
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only with benign grit, how knowledge appears, 
'By their fruits you shall know them', 
their wits smell farther but couldn't beat the ant cense, 
some dwelt on the fence betwist intelligence and being dense, 
pretence killed many a dunce like heat in the pant, so intense. 
.... 
A meeting with many, friends, colleagues, 
some seems free, fresh, fierce, savaged, 
fluent, affluent, influential, self-content, 
some were rusty, nasty, lusty and naughty. 
Atmosphere depicting at great sight- 
of stars, moisture, vapour, multi tarred asphalts, 
fruits, flowers, birds, reptiles and pets, 
solitude wind atimes was great, 
witnessing how birds whispered, 
enjoying greatness of the expanse so wide, 
how squirrels say their morning prayers, 
standing in peace, in harmony, the bright new day, 
I took a perfect privilege, 
conned the political times here, 
sat in front of my scholars to learn, 
those that emulate my ways, impersonating my pen name, 
disciples proud enough to call me mentor, a right lead, 
i never turn deaf ears to what they know, that i know not, 
if eligible, I, without implements blaze a super trail, 
of wit, of merit like my bearer's do pray, 
my great scholars might oneday be back studying me, they say: 
"we shall scorn the antiques in your name, 
auction them and buy text by your grace". 
..... 
Failure was this piece if i didn't signify her here, 
she made reasonable my stay the whole year, 
her presence; a quartet of my service happiness, a edge, 
her kiss, curdle, affection, passion, her love, 
how i wish you existed in my afterlife, afterhere, 
or the future that seems nigh, high, that seems near, 
i need change; 
a huge mountain from its spot will pull when aware 
that finally it happens, what we fear, 
she-love never prepare to lose all she care, 
comewith plans to shred this heart before hers tear, 
fear, care, my love couldn't wear, neither she dares, 
had love comes hand in hand, had ceteris paribus remained, 
would have gone straight home, tender you as my dame, 
for you i doff my invisible hat off my pate. 
.... 
I have seen things, 
Where the falconet sat on her nest in the briers, 
peacefully hatching her brood, her future, 
I, exultant, only at archfoe's fall, 
ready for the favour, graced by the world, 
into the world to earn a living, 
to sow ambitions, later pluck success, 
which way shall i go to jam a humus soil, 
one fertile enough to carry my ambition seeds, 
i so much prefer good germinations, greater yields, 
so many detached lofty chambers, 
yet i haven't luck to live in one. 
Over a million invention breathes in my mind, 
all were there pinning at the still progress, 
now I'm out to strife for supremacy, 
a flickering lamp use to keep this body's company, 
now I want chandelier in my form. 
A shufti of sufferness, hardship, strove i overcame, 
days when bedridden with hunger, 
all for the pungent luxuriant clove of affluent life, 
why wont i blossom like the colourful combo 
of efflorescence conjoint with hibiscus cuteness? 
Tao didst quoted: 
'Gain or lose, 
how is one to know what was predestined?' 
'Rich or poor, 
who is to say it isn't the will of heaven?'. 
.... 
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#asaeq 
#talemen 
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Multiintrinsic's NYSC Departing Note

NYSC departing note... ... Glory be to the Almighty God. Out of the NYSC prison gate, new beams, fresh breeze fell on my gaze. Atleast,...

The fairy escape...

The Fairy 
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Escape... 
  7th of February, 1964. I celebrated 5years in prison, it was on this same date 1959, I was sentenced to seven years imprisonment for drugs issue. 
"Tombs Timba", the warden called me, "we're moving you out of here today". I was moved to rooms for semi-finalists, had they known they shouldn't have done so for me, the young boy in me is very bad, indeed. 
 On getting to the new room, there are four inmates already. They started hailing me has I've been popular on site. I sat like an innocent lad moving closer to freedom. I kept studying my new environment till I saw a patchwork on the wall like an abandoned channel of water has been blocked, my head network started roaming, I quickly packed my belongings to that side of the room, the other inmates understand what's going on so they moved closer to me, I whispered something gently into their hearings and they nodded in support. 
 We dug with a knife I smuggled in purposely for survival, and we shared the earth crust been dug out into our pockets to dispose on daily basis. After 2months of serious work, we've dugout all to remain a thin layers of cover, so we plan to dug the cover at night as we escaped on. 
  According to our calculations, the pipe, a very big size and long one led outside the compound in the master plan of the prison, as our room area was once a laundry before being converted. 
At exactly 9:45pm after the room call we moved for the final escape phase. I got out of the pipe first,  I didn't notice the surrounding as i kept helping others out,  it's very dark as there is no moon. 
As soon as we're all out of the pipe, I heard some people gave a round of applause, floods of light fell on our eyes, they're so plenty on us, at first it's as if God was clapping for us on a job well done before I realized we've being caught. 
"Tombs Timba, our new 'Michael Scoffield', this is a trap I set for you, I intentionally put you here knowing fully well you'll explore it, I need this pipe for a purpose, so welcome yourself to the Warden's lodge", it was the voice of the commander as we couldn't see their faces. 
 I was so downed, others were crying as we were transferred to 'hardened criminas unit'. 
#wizardcalidad

The fairy escape...

The Fairy Escape... 7th of February, 1964. I celebrated 5years in prison, it was on this same date 1959, I was sentenced to seven year...

Poet's corner: entry

Technically you are
Moremi's gold is lost, 
Yes, 
The desperate search Is on, 
Yes, 
Every nook and cranny they scoured, 
Yes, 
Only to reach a twist when they reached yours 
Yes, 
Though you claimed innocence, 
Yes, 
But the gold is found In your stead, 
Yes, 
Technically you are a thief then. 
The evil we begrudge is on the run, 
Yes, 
Then did we hope peace had been restored, 
Yes, 
We'd then lull in our homes, self assured, 
Yes 
Salivating upon the nobly peace that dawned on us, 
Yes, 
But then evil re-rose from an unknown cradle, 
Yes, 
Hoppity in helter we scattered for cover, 
Yes, 
Though we'd blame evil for our mishap, 
Yes, 
Technically we are the fools then. 
I had seen our fathers born into this suffering, 
Yes, 
They lull in Fella's subservience by suffering and smiling, 
Yes, 
they brought forth our generation and tagged us an hopeful ones, 
Yes, 
Yet, the suffering mounted an exponential sorjourn. 
Yes, 
When such hope had been dashed a blow of knock out, 
Yes, 
Yet we still parade ourselves as our future leaders, 
Yes, 
Technically we are nothing but criminals.
But this noble man painted his tongue in honey, 
Yes, 
His words gained some rare adulatory wings, 
Yes, 
He sings without drums and coins music from mere words, 
Yes, 
He without doubt makes the hearts of men melt, 
Yes, 
Listen to him to become the fool, 
Yes, 
Technically a poet is nothing but a liar then. 
Abd-afeez Abd-hamid
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Poet's corner: entry

Technically you are Moremi's gold is lost, Yes, The desperate search Is on, Yes, Every nook and cranny they scoured, Yes, Only to...

A Funny Nightmare....

A Funny Nightmare... I'm Tombs Timba, this is my last dream before I hypnotized myself against further dreams. It was on this day that I slept peacefully, I hadn't slept for five minutes before I started dreaming, It happened like this: 
I boarded a plane at Muritala International Airport, a flight bounded for Australia, happy I was leaving this very frustrating Nigeria at last, i switched on my joyous mode and activated happiness. As we were two hours into the air, the plane started swerving, the pilot lost control, people started shouting, the waitress endeared us to do our last prayer but I didn't loose hope. 'Which of the last prayer?' I thought, i with God signed a contract for a century.   I stood up, carry a parachute, move straight to the window thinking I'm too young to die, i break it and jumped out, as I was coming down I thought of starting the parachute but it's not working, I pressed hard on it but it won't work and I kept falling down the altitude.  Coming down, a big fish was opening its mouth for the supposed God sent food which is me, I suspended in air, waiting for the fish to vacate that position, suddenly an antelope with very long horns somehow appeared behind me, it knocked my butts very hard as I continue on the journey down.  I quickly unfastened the parachute, throw it down into the fish's mouth, on throwing it, the unworkable parachute worked, it fell on the fish and it struggled with it, i landed on the parachute as well, you know dreams now, i found myself ashore, I walked straight into town to ask people which country I'm was in, they say Nigeria. "Nigeria again! Mo gbe o!! 
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", I bursted into a loud cry.  #wizardcalidad #Talesmen

A Funny Nightmare....

A Funny Nightmare... I'm Tombs Timba, this is my last dream before I hypnotized myself against further dreams. It was on this day that...

RIB AND JAW....

Rib and Jaw... 
 Hurriedly, i rushed out of the house, my teeth still unbrushed, on trying to open the driver's door i discovered i had dropped the key inside. I roketted in like flashes of lightening stubbed my leg against a stone, i almost cried for the pain it bestows. 
 I progressed, it was lying there on the bed in my wife's hand; the key, this woman didnt want me out, "what?!" i shouted, she gave me a sensual gesture with her gaze, i forced the key out of her hand. I hissed, maybe she thought that's the only food men are bound to eat on earth, if money should for a day vacate my purse, she will complain, that's female being for you. I avoided her harsh facial expression, hers is viral, airborne, to be precise, if i should dare look in her i will look into many things before i go out. I stormed out once again and into the car, Junior was already beside the second door as he headlonged in too, i looked at him, he smiled, i'm not sure he even took his bath courtesy of my threat of leaving him behind, with a look of eyes soaked with pity, "God saves you", i commented. Someone was trying to gain my attention from the inside, and there is surely one person inside so i took to deaf-dumb theory as i drove off. 
 I sped on the main road, my speedometer was dancing 90 in km/hr, i wouldn't mind my instantenous acceleration. 
Then suddenly, a motorcyclist was dashing headon towards me, the driver, a seemingly hungry man tired of life with the way he looked. His speed was not encouraging as well, even if i were to be a toddler on bicycle, the situation still shall hold, and before i could manouvre my steer wheel, he crashed into me. 'Gboooooooooooa!'. I was thunderstrucked, i jumped out of the car, agape stood my gob. 
 Within a twinkle of an eye, a mob had gathered, my mind was throbbing, Junior was crying, i was afraid if the crowd wont lynched me so i off my shoes forgetting Junior and talked to my heels, some faction followed suit, i dashed into a nearby market and they wouldn't back off, elephant-me couldn't run faster and with time they caught me, a hard strike landed on my cheek, it almost dislocated my jaw, my eyes flashed, "give me my son", i shouted, they dragged me along as i've created another scene already, series of questions i couldn't comprehend, not like they're speaking spanish but its not just entering my ears. They've rushed him to the hospital on getting to the place of accident, my son and my car had disappeared, people started blaming me for absconding, thank God, everyone was made to believe the cyclist was at fault, i looked into the face of the man that slapped me, "ehn! You made us run too much", he said. 
 I sacrificed all of my hurriedness to a very longtime patience going to the hospital, if not for the victim but for my son and car. 
 "He said he's tired of life", the doctor reported, i almost cried, 
"this ignorant has caused me a lot", i went to his ward to see him, i was told he had a broken rib and jaw. 
"i'm so sorry sir", he reproached. 
Had i know, i wouldn't be in such a hurry. 
#wizardcalidad 
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RIB AND JAW....

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Head over heels......

Head over heels... 
 After 6years of his disappearance, Tombs was back in the hood, who knows where he had gone to all these while, probably, prison, who cares! I met him along an Allen towards Judge Akinbode street. I initially planned to ignore him but he greeted me with greater hospitality, it looks like we've been friends before he left but NO, we're one of the greatest enemy. 
 Back then, this naughty guy will abuse all girls, bully all boys and caused trouble around the school. 
Oneday, don't know why he picked on me, anything I do was wrong to him, he will abuse me that I'm too fat for him to date, that I'm this and that, there was a day he slapped me for talking back at him and that day he nearly disgraced me as he was meant to tore my uniform but glory be to God on this faithful day. 
 He called me on phone saying he needed to see me, i reluctantly gave him my number the day we bumped into one another due to his hospitality. I was like 'why will he want to see me', I was optimistic to know why, i went to the directed place and met him sitting, then he started the trash,"....that's all I've gat in my heart, I've poured it all, please accept me, i love you"....it was like I'm hearing those words for the first time, so surprised, 'Tombs wooed me', wonders that seized to end, i rejected him immediately. After his departure,  my heart began to pound, even if I'll fall but it mustn't be him, why this feelings,i trained my heart to be strong enough. 
 He made several attempts to get me but I kept slipping from his supposed grip, then a day came, he appeared in our house and I've been avoiding him, i was separating yam flour from it's shaft, the anxiety grew so tall in me that i poured a quantity of the shaft on him, made him all white, he looked straight into me and said, "anyway, it's an atonement for my past deeds, i won't stop loving you", he turned to leave as I couldn't hold the emotions in me, i pulled back his sleeves and hugged him with his dirty cloth, who cares!. Someone I could barely stay beside in the past as now turn to a lust for my lonely days. 
#wizardcalidad 
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Head over heels......

Head over heels... After 6years of his disappearance, Tombs was back in the hood, who knows where he had gone to all these while, probably...