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  Life is more rewarding  With a friend so inspiring  Moment by moment, you give me a shoulder to lean on, Injecting me the energy to carry on Friends  are great  But greater are friends we share our madness, meekness and stupendous life together. Thou life has thrown us stones  But we used the stones to build a bridge  Linking our friendship to eternal bond of unity. The year thought of harming us But we reside in each other immeasurably love  What a great friend you have been Not minding my endless flaws, acting so unseen. Some moments were so draining Making me feel so overwhelming  But with you I overcome without being chagrined  Friends of your kind was once found in David and Jonathan, Giving a hand to abort the evil like that of Saul. TWENTY TWENTY, a wasted year not so plenty   vouchsafing us reasons to complain in pains so aplenty  Thou the year may seem hard  But in you I have had  ample reasons to have a good heart. If DEARLY could have been enough to express my feelings so

  "Don! You know that you can't go against mom's wish.... this girl is not loved by mom nor any member of this family. There is no connection between her and us." Advised Mat. "You and I know what we have been thru as a family, from what happened in my marriage and how Emem, my ex wife nearly tore up the family... things should have been different if I had listen to mom and dad then.... Mat continued in sober tone, trying to talk Don from what he called avoiding mistake. Remember,.. he continued. it has always been your plans that when you were ready to settle down and start your own family,  that you were going to bring a girl that was trained by both parents, both  parents living together and not the one gotten out of wedlock so as to avoid regretting ever getting married.... You know most girls gotten out of wedlock are like Ubanje spirit. They can separate families...." he added, staring at the opposite direction as if  to  recalled the countless times h

While the golden gift slips.... I had dated for three good years. Three years of great moments of importance with my girl, Mabel, an embodiment of beauty.  She was my envisaged wife and I had made plans to cement our relationship and make it official. The relationship was so smooth that I thought that   I wasn't going to allow anything to distract me from it since I had plans of tying the knot with her. The most intriguing features I found in Mabel while we were dating was that she was faithful, loyal and respectful in all aspects, and this was even more profound with the level of Intelligence and maturity she exhibited in the relationship over the years. With what I found in Mabel, I never thought for once of leaving her for another girl, Never! ****** While on an official engagement in Uyo, I met Sandra, a beautiful woman from the outside, out of the blue. This happened  while I was getting few things from a grocery store.  In the store, I had picked an item but mistakenly touche

Unveil it first... "Pat!.. could you believe that after spending 4 solid years reading and burning my candles in the department of international studies with additional one year at far North for national assignment, i am given a job of 1500 naira as a start up salary?".....  Michael lament over the phone. "What can this stipends do for a whole graduate like me?"... He continued. "Is this what we went to school for?"..... I could feel my friend's anger and disappointment. What can I do? Michael and I were friends in the same school, we did the same course but Michael even in our school days had sworn never to leave school and work for what he termed 'stipend' as salary. In fact that was what droved him to apply in the Federal Ministry of Foreign Affairs with the mindset that he was not  only acquiring job security but also lucrative salary.  He was a first class student in our department who's aunty was a clerical office in the Ministry of F

  Just like the morning sun That birth hopes of fresh starts,  My Queen of hearts ignite the flame of love inside me. She's a rare beauty to behold And set every eyes that feeds on her spellbound Her dazzling beauty is one that can bring good fortunes To anyone who is opportune  I am entangled in her love web  Like an insect in a cobweb  And this has trapped me for enternity. But not in vanity She's a Queen, an embodiment of undescribable beauty That is enough to make me relive moments of beauty. She is the last of her kind  And I was lucky to have met her kind The sun smile at her,  The moon is amused by her beauty  And the pregnant cloud abort at her glance. She is my beauty And my Queen. I was only lucky she came my way. For the Queen I love for real, I bow. ✍️ Patrick Ekong

  When the greedy, self-seeking, and gluttonous people are fortunate to find their way to the corridor of a feast, they lock the door behind those who came after them. They attempt to turn the corridor to their permanent address. This is the sad scenario in Mkpat Enin LGA, the vote basket of Akwa Ibom state. From the inception of democracy in 1999, Mkpat Enin has witnessed a decline in development as a result of poor leadership structure whose only ideology is to establish dominance at the detriment of the people. To make things worst, the youths, who ordinarily would have exonerated the old paths of the elders, are swimming in the same pool with highest degree of stupidity which they term "political exposure". They go about singing praises, begging and turning to political imbeciles. These guys are good at switching camps at the hear of news of who is going to emerge as LORD OF RING so as to remain relevant, keep singing HALLELUJAH just to get the little stipend. They even h

  Choose wisely...  Clara flung the door ajar, walked sluggishly to her bed, throw her hand bag to the far corner of the room, fall on the bed and sobbed in tears. She couldn't believe that the man she's been carrying on her head, treat as a king was an harden womaniser who lust for every daughter of Eve. She had caught Ken on the act inside his apartment devouring Emem, his next door  neighbor who was a year two student in the state owned University. Just as she was weeping bitterly and in anguish, her friends, Olivia and Faith walked in to the room and noticed that she wasn't alright. "Babe... Are you alright? What is it?..." Enquired Olivia. Clara burst in tears as she couldn't control herself. "...babe talk to us, we are friends.. Faith added, looking so worried. Clara tried controlling herself and in a bit summoned courage to narrate the bad luck she met that evening at Ken's apartment. She narrated with eyes full of tears how Ken has become a fo

Men's word for the bed... Emma has always been at the top of his game when it comes to sugarcoated words to lure his female preys to bed. He will always have a go at anything under skirt and this lust was getting out of hand. An intelligent dude, a first class student back in his university days, who now teaches as a classroom teacher in one of the secondary schools in the state, had metamorphosed to a full bloom sex hunter. The "I WILL MARRY YOU AMBASSADOR" was the architect of his own misfortune. In one of his usual habit of trapping anything under skirt, Emma had lured Jane, a fresh graduate from his Alma Mater to bed on the ground of " I AM READY TO SETTLE DOWN WITH YOU." After the fun fare, Emma perhaps taken by emotions of getting it the second time, have taken things serious with Jane. What was to be a "scope and run" situation in his usual habit was a rubber stamp relationship that lasted for 5 years.  While in this relationship, Emma was still

It is very laughable the criteria our dear party used in clearing some candidate while others were not cleared at the just concluded screening exercise conducted by the party for chairmen and councillors in the build up to the 2020 local government elections. In Mkpat Enin LGA, it is rather humourous and ridiculous at the same manner in which of all the candidates that purchased nomination forms, went for screening, only a name was published as the only candidate for the position of the chairmanship elections in Mkpat Enin LGA. We are fond of this mistake we do, thinking that we are playing politics. Who ever did this do not mean well for our dear LGA,  and for the party to buy to this idea, it means there are some elements of ill will in the party who are anti democratic. The most blurring thing about the screening exercise is the criteria which the candidates were screened. Till date, after the screening exercise, there are many  questions that is begging for  answers. Some of such a

The Relationship thing... Sam, in discombobulation think of all the things he had done to his girlfriend, Glads and numerous girls he had had. Not like he liked the monster he had turned into but it was really absurd how he couldn't control his temper anytime he was in heated argument with his girl. He was once told by his Aunty  that beating of wives and girlfriends is what he inherited from the father. He recollected watching his late father manhandled his mother at his presence as a kid then. He recalled vividly how the father had whipped the mom for failing to warm his soup before bringing to the dinning table. Now Sam was his own monster who roar with any little disagreement in the house. The girlfriend, Glads, a beautiful median who was blinded by love, had thought she could change him. She was a girl with dazzling beauty who most men would've wanted for a wife but her man was only taking her for a ride. She had endured so much in the relationship and every time she thoug

  They don't care about our education. They don't care about our welfare. They don't care how we managed to eat. They don't care what befall us. They don't care about our health. They don't care about our born and unborn children. They don't care if we die. They don't care if we live They don't care about our lives. They don't care about you, me and the next man. They don't care about what do not bother them and their families. THE ONLY CARE About the money They only care about their health. They only care about their children's education. They only care about the fame even in shame. They only care about enslaving us. They only care about our collective wealth. They only care about their  employments (politics). They only care about their fat stomachs. They only care about their luxury lifestyle and cars. They only care about destroying our destiny with tells of promises. They only care about deceiving us They only care about destroying o

  The short story... In his bedroom well furnished and equipped with  imported Italian  furnitures that depict his religious standing in the state, a two time president Christian Association of Clergymen (CAC), Rev.Dr. Isuah admired himself in front of a mirror hanging near his bed.  With his Italian shoe, a branded hand sewed suit given to him on his 44th birthday and a well knoted tie, he reached his hands on the Holy Book placed on the side table near his bed. On picking the holy book, he tried to kill the inner conscience that has been eating him out throughout the night.  He had defiled Nancy the lead vocalist in his church. He recollected threatening her never to tell anyone about his unholy act.  He had also recollected how Nancy begged him with tears but the demon that was at work wouldn't let him. The very demon he has been arming his congregation against.    He had devoured her in the Sacristy, very close to where he changes his HOLY ROBS and where the HOLY COMMUNION was

  I laughed uncontrollably when I saw a resurfacing issue I declined to comment on about a week ago. The issue of Senator Effiong Bob labelling their minions  as "uneducated" Maybe Senator Effiong Bob is amazed and perhaps ashamed of how poor their work of installing mediocrity as councillors over the years is that he had to let loose of his conscience by labelling their puppies "uneducated". The senerio to me is rather humourous because it is an open secret the selection process involved in appointment of local government councillors across the state. For a would-be councillor, just know or have a political godfather, whether from your political enclave or not, with a phone call, you are sure to take the podium and wowed your constituents with astonished stupidity. The only thing is that you should get your First School Leaving Certificate ready and you are good to go and display sarcastic idiocy. You won't spend a dim on your elections (after all there is no s

Cassandra walked in and find out that her fiancé has already returned home from work. She took a glance at the wall clock hanging just opposite to where she was standing, to her surprised, it was 8pm already. With what she saw, she knew her man must be upset with her. Without undressing, she throw her handbag on the chair near her, dashed across the dinning room to the kitchen to get something ready for her man. While busy with how to unfreeze the soup which has been in the refrigerator since morning, her fiancé walked in, with a packed face like a lion who's about to pounds on it prey.  With fury and raged, asked,  'Cassy is this now the hour you have choose to be  returning from work nowadays? I have been noticing your sudden change of working hours since last week ...', He growled. 'Have you been seeing another man? What are you up to?' Without hesitation, leaped on Cassandra. Before Cassandra could say anything to explained the reasons behind her sudden change i

  It is ludicrous when the government live up to a fraction of their responsibilities to the citizens yet they make it look like they are doing them a favour. They politicised everything including digging of pit toilet which can be done by anyone and asked their paid praise singers to flood the social media space with wrong captions, after all journalism can be practiced by every Tom and Harry. It is only in our theoretical democracy that everything works in papers, radio, television and social media; in fact all the medium available for lies to be propagated to their innocent audience. Government paid bursary to less than a fraction of the students population in selected higher institutions, boom 💥 beneficiaries are asked to line up for group pictures to be taken to social media for praises. They make it look as if we are owing them for living up to expectations. They renovate one classroom block with outdated roofing materials and after pocketing more than half of the money meant fo

The trauma induced upon us by our political leaders is enough to drive us insane. Everyday the political stage of Nigeria and even our locality gives us something to rise our blood pressure. The mental stability of Nigerian is what marvels me. Perhaps they have long given up on everything that represents her. If you survive anywhere in Nigeria, there is no place on planet earth you can't survive. Our leaders have frustrated us in every possible way they can think of. Life has become so difficult to the extent some of us are afriad of raising our kids in this pit of hell. No wonder Bill Gates said that ''Nigeria is one of the worst place to raise a child." Where we are heading to, we don't know. We only hope to survive till the next day. Nigeria has birthed one of worst monster in leadership clothing since her very birth. These monsters who go by the name politicians sees this country as a place to make wealth and vanished into the thin air. They raised their childr

Not for the fear. Not for fear of intimidation would we cowered to the atrocious leadership we have seen displayed itself over the years in our political enclaves. Nor for the trepidation would articles lite on candle of betterment of the future be blown off for the darkness of inafable rule over our lives and that of the generations to come. Not for fear would we live a dream life of none actualisation, with our hope cling on years to come but no changes eyes for morrow near. Not for fear of losing what we don't have to the    preaching and praising of the ungodly. Not for the fear would we fail to speak out against what is not to be in our society. Nor for the fear of being poor would we relinquish our last hope to the rich. Everyone is afraid of losing what they don't have in this dungeons of life unbearable.   AND TO YOU SYCOPHANTS I hope you continue being a slave for you are satisfied with the slave life you live. I hope posterity never forgives you for you house your sto

  The pains of being used and dumped comes with grinding of teeth and regret when one remember. It is actually what it is that we have  allowed ourselves to be used by some persons to advance their selfish course. From relationships, church, political fold etc, we give in too much not knowing the intent of the other person since we can't read their heart's message. Politically, lots of political mobilisers, grassroots campaigners, and even individual who at one point felt they were doing the right thing have been used and dumped by those they felt was their man. "Do you know that my incumbent l.g.a chairman, during his campaign, asked me to sell my car in order for me to help him actualised his dream of becoming the chairman....." ".... afterwards he didn't pick my calls as often has he used to call me when he was nursing his intention." (name withheld). This has always been the case in politics and other sphere of life but the annoying part is that we h

  I just stumbled on a post on my Facebook news feed from someone who happens to share the same political enclave with myself. The said post reads in part, "the party is supreme." With shock, I wonder the rationale behind the post made by this individual.  Party is supreme? Yes! When the party hierarchy make informed decisions that reflects the sentiment of the majority of its members. Party is supreme when general interest supersedes individual interest. Party is not supreme when the party hierarchy allow the opinion and selfish interest of its selected party elders and deacons outweighs the general opinion of the members. Party is not supreme when the most preferred candidate for elections is not given ticket by the party hierarchy just because they see the said candidate as someone that will come and outshine them. Party is not supreme when mediocrity is preferred instead of credibility. And before you continue shouting Party is supreme! party is supreme!!  Remember that t

  There's a general saying in Ibibio that says: " Mkpo abunam akang ifang yak adioño idem?". Before you call your self capacity, Eti-owo, Anomkpo Inam, etc.. ask yourself; is there anything good I have attracted to my house? You can't be making the silly mistake of branding and adorning yourself with all manners of names when your house is not in order. You navigate your way through poor state of roads in your local government just to go for political rallies and campaigns during the wee hours of the political season and you are not ashamed of the capacity you named or paid someone to name you. Uyo has become your paradise while the place you hail from has become a a resavoir for political mandates and votes. Oga boss when would you see the need to attract something good to your LGA? When would you know that your LGA can look like  Shelta Afrique in Uyo? When would you know the values of your people and the fact that they are your political power house? You prefer to

  Oh! my Mkpat Enin brothers. Shame on you. Yes!  I mean you who have sold your dignity for 5k.   You praise them for giving you 20k, you call them Eti-owo. You become and errand boy for them just to be given 20k.  You sold your voice, your ego and you can't stand at their front to say Sir Mkpat Enin is suffering. Our youths are suffering. Sir you are close to this administration, why not cry to them on our behalf? No roads, nothing is working in Mkpat Enin.  You can't say that because you have sold your tongue, your dignity and your person for 20k. The very few we thought had voice and can speak for the generality of the people now go around " as informant" feeding who wants to listen with gosips just to get their pocket wet with 20k. Mkpat Enin brothers what's happening? How long are we going to continue like this? You that has been a regular face at people's house just for chicken breast and 5k for transport, how long will you continue like this? Even when

  I can't breathe", "Mama, "Don't kill me, I can't breathe."Please, the knee in my neck, I can't breathe."  George Floyd. He finds it difficult to breath after Officer Derek Chauvin kneeled on his neck for eight minutes, accusing him of resisting arrest.  The above scenario exposed one of the many brutal killings unarmed individuals have had to suffer from the hands of the men in uniform (Police) who ought to have  protected them. George Floyd death just like Eric Garner in 2014, calls for so many questions as regards humans  life and it important to other humans. In Nigeria for example, the bloodbath engaged by men in ungodly uniform seems to escape the radar in contrast to what is  obtainable in the United States.  The most recent of this brutality by Police was the killing of  Kazeem Tiyamiyu, assistant captain of Remo Stars Football Club. Police reports denied the allegations on the killing of     Kazeem Tiyamiyu   just as they denied the ki

  Like an eagle scout for it prey  The sojourner scout for his place  Life is a journey of thousands days But mortal souls waste their time in search of better days Leaving behind the days in space We live a life of a sojourner Though we walk not as a mourner Life is so delectable and unpredictable  Yet we live as though so comfortable Not for fear of the great beyond Do we  think of leaving behind the pleasure so beyond. In our few days that seem unnumbered, Let's touch lives in outnumbered This life isn't ours to see the end  We can only live to our end. As we sojourn in life miserable pleasures  We should not fail to reconcile with every man without measures. For tomorrow isn't ours to see  Other than this day in our eyes. To know your fate in this journey of the Maggie,  Know your thoughts are like magic. They are the compass on this journey That fades without warning. ✍️ Patrick Ekong

  (For those in love and those once in love.) The moon in a pregnant cloud seeks for refuge  The two love birds sit on the edge giving it a gazing look.  With hands wrapped around each other's shoulder in a magical moment that portrays eternity. Life would have been more wonderful if moments like this were forever. The feelings is just too extraordinary as this lover's thirst for each other is unquenchable. They desired for time to speak eternity, as they wish for immortality. The breeze in a cold clouded sky blow tells of love and deeply in love the two love birds chirpers secret codes of thier bond. Life is beautiful with love as the soul ❣️ of it and if in doubt seek for those in love. Moments are turn into memories that last eternally With love so emotional. Death seems undaunted as love is immune to it dooming gaze. Love lives forever just as the two love birds  live in a fantasy world of enternity. Let's follow their lead. ✍️ Patrick Ekong

  You maybe wrong... Sarah was upset about a question asked by  Frank, a guy she met on Facebook. They've been friends for some years  but they haven't been chatting frequently maybe due to mutual respect for each other or lack of interest as there are thousand other friends  to chat with. On a Friday evening, Sarah made a short post " I WANT SOMEONE TO DO IT WITH" with the hashtag FREAKY FRIDAY. The post received some typical mixed reactions from friends, several others rain insult on her, labelling her horny woman, while others indicated interest without knowing the true message behind the post. Trailing reactions drawn from the post made by Sarah got several visitors flooding her inbox with indication of interest, accusations and commendations for making such a  daring statement. One among the several messages Sarah got was a chat from Frank who applauded her for making such a bold statement.  Frank's chat with Sarah got a bit mutually conversational as it proc

  Naija our motherland Fertile but a fruitless land. We live in pains  With no gains No hope for the unborn Better not born. Land, so much abound. But few eating it abound. What a country of greener pastures But without futures. An unholy monk Dressing to mock In a religious fashion Adding more confusion To the many problems afflicting the nation. Citizens in hundreds so timid , Blaming the leaders so stupid. They seem so fearless but yet so fearful. Their hopes is their last resort And pains their last result. What can they do in a nation so corrupt With their wealth in a bankrupt. They live only for today With their  hope on a delay. The country is  cursed  Without a cause  Their leaders are deaf  Swimming in debt  With their name as a bait  And the wealth even in death. Her children are doom  Yet  they look like they boom. No way forward  The future is backward. To believe in this country is like a suicide mission Though we have many vision  But aborted on the alter of gluttons  Eat

In a deep thought  we reflect on sheds of light that transmogrify our  hearts. In thought we birth what is to bear that reveals our mind. In a deep thought we seek inner peace for the satori of our soul. In deep thoughts we search for where we can feel relieved of our sorrows and pains that seems to engulf us. In thoughts, life gives us a mirror that play our burning desires and our unreached goals before us. In deep thoughts we live streams of joy in life as we fulfill our purposes in abstraction. In thought we look back at our old fond memories and smile for moments we once had. In deep thoughts we forego the wrongs of life and embrace the rights of life. In deep thoughts, life has more meaning to what the eyes can bear witness to. In deep thoughts we can abort the evil adorned with glaring beauty that consumed our minds with great repugnance. In a deep thought, hatred can be greeted with peace and despair with hope. In our thoughts, we learn as we grow, like a baby learns how to cra

  Don't leave it behind. Cardi was a woman of class and great taste for fashion trends in her days as a single lady. She didn't just only have knowledge of what was invoked but she also had the best way of putting together good appearance any time any day. From clothes she wore, her perfumes, hair do and even how she walked, summed up beauty and elegance. This beauty was always iced up with an exquisite appearance that caught all necks turning at her glance each time. She was what could be described as beauty in a complete package. Cardi  had met Max her husband (to be) in a eatery where she went for lunch while she was working in the bank. Max, her man was  a guy of class too who was very handsome and well to do. He was fond of girls of high class and every girl he had had an affair with in the past, had class as her advantage. It was his taste for women of class that had  made Cardi caught his attention at the eatery that day and from there they developed a bond tha

  Akwa Ibom State, filled with great people Who hate evil. We are  known for peace and openness For it defines our uniqueness. Her name echos, revibrating within the four corners of the world As her children make a difference around the world. Our rich culture for ages Speak of our heritage Her children are so hospitable Making her visitors so comfortable. Others long to dwell in her fertile ground That forever sprout seeds of peace that fills the land. Who can speak ill of this fortress of God's Holy Manifesting in His people, His Glory. The land is ours from time passed And we rejoice in every moment that passed. We are opportune the land is ours Delivered to us By God with guts. Akwa Ibom our land, our dwelling place and our home In peace and love we celebrate thee. Akwa Ibom State @33 Happy Anniversary to Akwa Abasi Ibom State. #ProudlyAkwaIbomite . ✍️ Patrick Ekong

  "You can't fight against the decision that has been made... That's what you are trying to do.. Stop this and align immediately." The above excerpt was from one of Mkpat Enin political sycophant at where I happened to meet him on my way to get my clothes from the laundry shop. This is how some Mkpat Enin  begging youths play their politics. They don't see anything bad in what is bad, in fact the most befiting name to call them is 'political prostitutes', Yes! That's what they are. Alignment is what they are known for all their lives. They align with the good, the bad and the ugly as long as they are recognised. They so much lack shame in a way that the devil is also ashamed of them. What they are after is just that little recognition. What do their paymasters get them with? Bottles of🍺 beer, posting for pictures on birthdays  or send gift. With these they worship them, they even sing their praises on social media. What they need is picture

  It was in 2011 when the streets of Uyo was glittering with lights which gave it a typical Dubai look. Yes, our very own Dubai whose story visitors from across the country and beyond heard. Stories of how beautiful Akwa Ibom was. To the inhabitants of the then Beautiful Akwa Ibom State, the bragging rights was always theirs when in conversation with those who were yet to visit the state. Mish, the iconic Akwa Ibom music artist adorned the truth more with the song "Akwa Ibom Ayaya", and indeed his song was born out of the feelings and excitements that greet you whenever you happened to run into any Akwa Ibom man. Also, the pride was well geared up by the slogan "Akwa Ibom Ado OK". With a giant thump up on billboards strategically located at the Akwa Ibom State secretariat roundabout and many other locations across the state, the slogan was indeed infectious. From Abak road, down to the then unpopular Nnwaniba, street lights greet commuters and visitors, giving the s