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.<br /> 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'.<br />  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.<br />  I was in agog to see Junta's sorrowful eyes has the prison's bracelet graced his wrists.<br />  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.<br />  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.<br />   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.<br />  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,<br /> "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.<br /> #wizardcalidad<br /> #Talesmen<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqfW9rBZ_xRAll_CS3Pa8_T_f1fLsdS6Y5xqJEfYpXU7dUPRS9O66zXu67lYYTCF0mrprJB_BVKtu2yNbfSn5DP4jE6C6m6gA33VP5rIkMTO-eYtwooQUuaGNQ6h2x3_AQKd4E6gaBH3kR/s1600/CYMERA_20160219_144127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqfW9rBZ_xRAll_CS3Pa8_T_f1fLsdS6Y5xqJEfYpXU7dUPRS9O66zXu67lYYTCF0mrprJB_BVKtu2yNbfSn5DP4jE6C6m6gA33VP5rIkMTO-eYtwooQUuaGNQ6h2x3_AQKd4E6gaBH3kR/s1600/CYMERA_20160219_144127.jpg" /></a></div>

Come

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

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Multiintrinsic's NYSC Departing Note

NYSC departing note...<br /> ...<br /> Glory be to the Almighty God.<br /> Out of the NYSC prison gate,<br /> new beams, fresh breeze fell on my gaze.<br /> Atleast, free atlast, like a bird out of cage,<br /> 12 moons, a 365 revolutions on the earth plane,<br /> diligently, obeyed that clarion call, it set me awake,<br /> be it the scorching uv rays or drenching heavy rain,<br /> for the nation to reign we serve with a change,<br /> shoutout to great guys i met and dames,<br /> we all are representatives of future gains.<br /> ....<br /> My grey green khaki i use to wear,<br /> is half covered with dust, with stress,<br /> stucked on at spots where strong it is to dress,<br /> my retinas are clear, my noses thus smells,<br /> what tribes hither does to the bottom of their depth,<br /> though i left behind my impression quill, just my sense,<br /> vividly, i can tell,<br /> i accommodated many cultures to my creed strength,<br /> though i ex their violence, ill twist, act of wrest,<br /> emulate I did proper conduct, took it abreast,<br /> possess, impressive, divinely demeanor arrest,<br /> hence, i learnt super wit wont go for a cent,<br /> with sword shotwith arrows, with spears,<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyERPxQ5llwYLS_BrCsQLBqqc_sC0_o-mVUOQGHnuNa4YHZY6jU0mH3gyrIY-nC0dIWvXqwjS6_80qdYwZhNLdn-M2MiEuFOw7nDGqEA98eD-RH_mgTlwuQesEqw0vU8mhur38da9HtLPj/s1600/CYMERA_20160212_125422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyERPxQ5llwYLS_BrCsQLBqqc_sC0_o-mVUOQGHnuNa4YHZY6jU0mH3gyrIY-nC0dIWvXqwjS6_80qdYwZhNLdn-M2MiEuFOw7nDGqEA98eD-RH_mgTlwuQesEqw0vU8mhur38da9HtLPj/s320/CYMERA_20160212_125422.jpg" width="231" /></a></div> only with benign grit, how knowledge appears,<br /> 'By their fruits you shall know them',<br /> their wits smell farther but couldn't beat the ant cense,<br /> some dwelt on the fence betwist intelligence and being dense,<br /> pretence killed many a dunce like heat in the pant, so intense.<br /> ....<br /> A meeting with many, friends, colleagues,<br /> some seems free, fresh, fierce, savaged,<br /> fluent, affluent, influential, self-content,<br /> some were rusty, nasty, lusty and naughty.<br /> Atmosphere depicting at great sight-<br /> of stars, moisture, vapour, multi tarred asphalts,<br /> fruits, flowers, birds, reptiles and pets,<br /> solitude wind atimes was great,<br /> witnessing how birds whispered,<br /> enjoying greatness of the expanse so wide,<br /> how squirrels say their morning prayers,<br /> standing in peace, in harmony, the bright new day,<br /> I took a perfect privilege,<br /> conned the political times here,<br /> sat in front of my scholars to learn,<br /> those that emulate my ways, impersonating my pen name,<br /> disciples proud enough to call me mentor, a right lead,<br /> i never turn deaf ears to what they know, that i know not,<br /> if eligible, I, without implements blaze a super trail,<br /> of wit, of merit like my bearer's do pray,<br /> my great scholars might oneday be back studying me, they say:<br /> "we shall scorn the antiques in your name,<br /> auction them and buy text by your grace".<br /> .....<br /> Failure was this piece if i didn't signify her here,<br /> she made reasonable my stay the whole year,<br /> her presence; a quartet of my service happiness, a edge,<br /> her kiss, curdle, affection, passion, her love,<br /> how i wish you existed in my afterlife, afterhere,<br /> or the future that seems nigh, high, that seems near,<br /> i need change;<br /> a huge mountain from its spot will pull when aware<br /> that finally it happens, what we fear,<br /> she-love never prepare to lose all she care,<br /> comewith plans to shred this heart before hers tear,<br /> fear, care, my love couldn't wear, neither she dares,<br /> had love comes hand in hand, had ceteris paribus remained,<br /> would have gone straight home, tender you as my dame,<br /> for you i doff my invisible hat off my pate.<br /> ....<br /> I have seen things,<br /> Where the falconet sat on her nest in the briers,<br /> peacefully hatching her brood, her future,<br /> I, exultant, only at archfoe's fall,<br /> ready for the favour, graced by the world,<br /> into the world to earn a living,<br /> to sow ambitions, later pluck success,<br /> which way shall i go to jam a humus soil,<br /> one fertile enough to carry my ambition seeds,<br /> i so much prefer good germinations, greater yields,<br /> so many detached lofty chambers,<br /> yet i haven't luck to live in one.<br /> Over a million invention breathes in my mind,<br /> all were there pinning at the still progress,<br /> now I'm out to strife for supremacy,<br /> a flickering lamp use to keep this body's company,<br /> now I want chandelier in my form.<br /> A shufti of sufferness, hardship, strove i overcame,<br /> days when bedridden with hunger,<br /> all for the pungent luxuriant clove of affluent life,<br /> why wont i blossom like the colourful combo<br /> of efflorescence conjoint with hibiscus cuteness?<br /> Tao didst quoted:<br /> 'Gain or lose,<br /> how is one to know what was predestined?'<br /> 'Rich or poor,<br /> who is to say it isn't the will of heaven?'.<br /> ....<br /> Powered by™<br /> © wizardcalidad|2014<br /> #asaeq<br /> #talemen<br /> #museguide

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,...

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The fairy escape...

The Fairy<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhucpjn4Xm878Mn48I6e7lYvKUVT2foQtg9lU1Py9wxT5-F_WH6JK-5s2OSjC92PCB2CNfkDc_BXPFSyKMXQUyc3mA_5YWOAxzM6LTu_cmcMOyO7MlnvzZMuyXjKmhNX3H4ur3TsMP8FsP5/s1600/prisoner-escape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhucpjn4Xm878Mn48I6e7lYvKUVT2foQtg9lU1Py9wxT5-F_WH6JK-5s2OSjC92PCB2CNfkDc_BXPFSyKMXQUyc3mA_5YWOAxzM6LTu_cmcMOyO7MlnvzZMuyXjKmhNX3H4ur3TsMP8FsP5/s320/prisoner-escape.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Escape...<br />   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.<br /> "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.<br />  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.<br />  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.<br />   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.<br /> 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.<br /> 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.<br /> "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.<br />  I was so downed, others were crying as we were transferred to 'hardened criminas unit'.<br /> #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...

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