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I have Some Awesome Followers

I’m blessed with committed followers. You are incredible people. Some of you are bloggers like me while some of you are from other sources. Some of you have taken reading and providing feedback to my posts as unavoidable. I’m proud of you all. So, below are my top ten posts in 2019.

My Ten Most Liked Posts Of 2019

It’s An Imperfect Life

The Lament Of The Very Old

About Changing Lanes

Insight – Rest

Obstacles of Writing – Lack Of Motivation

Don’t Be Fooled By The Calender

I’ll Remain Here With You

Ruining Souls

Language Vs Writing

Life Without A Life

Thanks for reading❤

Unforeseen Dilemma #9

The approaching car beeped a horn and James noticed it was a police patrol team.

He composed himself, lowered himself in his car and moved it aside. The driver stopped by him.

“Is everything alright?”

“I’m okay. Wanted to ease myself but had to move my car out of the way so you could pass.”

“Really” One of them said and within him James wasn’t comfortable with that. The Ofificer sounded sceptical.

“Yes.” James responded hoping they would get going before something happened to reveal the rest of them and what he was endeavoring to conceal.

“Are you alone?” Another asked and James failed to understand what kind of question that was. They had met him alone. Hadn’t they? He swore within him not to answer such a silly question.

“Are you sure nothing is happening around here?” He asked pointing his flashlights James noticed he was reading him.

“None that I know of, Officer. If you don’t mind, let me get down and ease myself.”

“Of course. Do what you need to do my friend. Be quick so we can check your boot.” The intrusive Officer and sat on the bonnet of James’s car. It seemed they were in no hurry.

“The car boot is open.”

“No. I’ll be needing you to be here during my search.” He said as James walked away from them.

As he was coming back, the three policemen were focusing on spot of the bush were his companions were. James became anxious.

“What’s that?” He heard one of them ask. His torchlight flashing.

James hastened to them to distract them.

“Come check my boot, officer. Need to be on my way at once. I’m going to the hospital to see my wife.”

“Did you hear that? Someone is in that bush. He’s running!” The two of them ran into the bush while one stayed with James to listen to his story and delay for then to return.

© Florence Ezekafor

Wild Eyes..

His eyes had gone wild as usual, the kids made an observation and her anger had mounted on seeing such an act that had become a habit.

There were times when she had a great urge to punch both of his eyes instantly in public but he had always jerked back quick enough to hold her hand tenderly.

Sarah had seen Mike a good number of times eyeing other women, right under her nose, in a very bad, bad way- deeply immersed in lust. She had used different means to make him behave. But it’s hard to change him. Was she not good looking? She was! He only liked committing ‘lookery’.

And then he did the worst the day Sarah had gone out with him for a quick lunch at an open-air restaurant.

They were sitting comfortably when pretty young ladies began to troop by in tens. Sarah wondered why that should happen at the wrong time.

Mike kept a fixed gaze on each one of those girls and that made Sarah feel she had gone ‘extinct’.

“Hello!,” she had whispered and had waved her palm across his face to get his attention. He had smiled, held her hand as usual but had gone back to business within few seconds.

She became very much offended but had to excuse herself at that point to distant herself before she would do something drastic.

When she was walking back to their table after calming her nerves, she saw this very pretty young lady come along.

Sarah increased her pace towards Mike. It was a move to save him, not to possess him. She knew what would happen if she didn’t act fast.

She saw heads turn as did Mark’s. But unfortunately, he forgot himself when others didn’t and with his mouth left slightly open, he followed the pretty girl before she could make it, lusting.

Sarah quickly followed to take his hand to walk him away because she knew that was one heck of his illness. But it was too late, he had lost control again.

The girl turned a couple of times to warn him to stop following her around. He didn’t come back to his right senses.

Then something happened…..Two macho men, tall and huge appeared from nowhere to give him the beating of a lifetime while Sarah looked on. The lady in question stood aside and enjoyed the intervention while onlookers thought it was inhuman to beat a man because he had an interest in someone.

When Mike opened his eyes and saw his wife like the tower of Babel by his side and he, lying flat on the ground, face down with hands and legs stretched in different directions, he knew he had been punished for all his sins.

He looked at Sarah, her face was not so good. Traces of bitter anger and shame and more were there.

He looked at the people gathered around and moaned. He tried to get up but couldn’t without a hand. He touched his lips, corners bled and he spat out blood and sand. It’s like they pushed a handful of sand into his mouth.

Why didn’t Sarah alert the police or at least call an emergency? He thought.

When he stood up, his head ached too– like hell. He reached hopelessly for Sarah, she reached for his hand and helped him up.

She felt better- if only he could learn his lesson and turn a new leaf after that.

“What just happened Sarah?” He asked. Sarah smiled.

“You tripped and fell,” She said sarcastically and smiled again as her heart began to clap for the second time for the mean bodyguards.

“Ouch!” Mark moaned and touched the corner of his lips again. He could perceive the mock in her speech.

“Then got trashed by the stampede.” She completed.

“Ouch,” he held his head in both hands. and hastened to the car while legs and eyes followed like Sarah’s.

Between A Writer And A Poet…

As we already know, all writers are not poets. So, writers here represent all literary writers who are not poets.

Who is a poet?

Poets are writers of poetry and they communicate their feelings or ideas through writing or art which they perform before their audience.

Permit me to say that a poet is a rhetorical artist – he expresses his emotions in such a grandiose or dignified manner to provoke certain feelings or questions in his readers.

Poetry is not always a straightforward description or explanation of a concept but takes a perfect emotional approach. A poet, due to this attribute of a poetry, isn’t much concerned with explanation.

Have a look at the following poem from PunME

Here a poet writes to provoke emotions – “Aw, gross!” and questions – “Did the dreamer really eat his shoes?” What did he do when he realized he was eating his shoe for real?”

Poetry can most of the time be metaphorical and it takes good reasoning to be able to comprehend what a poet is implying.

Have a look at the following poem.

‘Doll’ by savagesavante

They’ll pluck you
Out of thin air
carry you
To places you don’t want to go

They will call you pretty little thing
And proceed to destroy you

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In the poem above, ‘Doll’ could be a symbol and could represent someone undergoing a terrible suffering or a sort of brutality in the hands of another.

Who is a writer?

According to Wikipedia, a writer is someone who uses written words in various styles and techniques to communicate ideas.

A writer picks up an idea and makes step by step effort to make his reader understand it. The writer takes different approach to make his reader understand.

Example 1

“Domain Chaos” by Florence Ezekafor

Hon. Eke was a well-known billionaire who had numerous successful business establishments that yielded income, even while he slept.

He had numerous filling stations all over the nation – six large malls located in Lagos, Abuja and Portharcourt.

In addition, he had a booming mall and a hotel in Dubai and there were rumours he had many other hidden businesses. With all the money machines, there was no limit to his inpouring of hard cash…..

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In the above story, the writer tries to describe a character to the reader.

Example 2

“Why We Need A New Year Plan” by Bukola Orry

One of the assignments my mentor gave to me before December was to write out my new year plan. It took me almost two weeks to write out the plan, and after writing out the plan he assessed it and we discussed about how I can stick to the plan and also how I can achieve my goals without being distracted.

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Writers dedicate lots of time to explain their ideas and could do this using an entire book, focusing on providing answers.

In a nutshell

Both the writer and the poet who communicate ideas.

Both writers and poets provoke feelings or emotions in their readers.

They both give the reader a message to walk away with.

They are both intellectuals, who know how to use words in a pleasing way, to pass a message across to their reader or audience.


As the writer tries to convey meaning and provide answers, the poet looks for how words sound -rhyme and how to makes the reader think deep and ask questions.

The writer takes time to help the reader get to the essence of the idea but the poet bends towards brevity without much concern about clarity.

In the end, both writers and poets each come up with terrific works which impact the lives of the readers in unique ways.