Image from Google

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On Sunday noon
When the sun sprouted
Gleefully bold behind
The curtain maze
Four men-in-black
With a darkish pistol
Pressed forward
Towards my domicile
And on each head
Sat a peaked cap that
Harmonized with their garb.
And their brogans beating
Bleak on the gritty ground

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I,
Was at my domicile
In the frontispiece
Wearing a piece
Of grimace on my phiz
When they popped up
Like a twiggy panhandler
In Agbado-Market,
Pleading for dough
With a pseudo grin,
"Sir are you...?"

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"Yes, that's me, my name..."
With a doldrum phiz flared
"But, I am not Nelson Mandella."
They retorted sharply
With a hoity-toity regards
Tucking their guns
"...we just want you
In our office now,
To spare no time,
No time to spare..."

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My heart plunged with fear
And cold bled struck.
My mouth was heavy with silence
And eyes teasing the hands,
And eyeballed it clogged free
Like a despicable thief.
I was trailing behind them
Like a flagging Dog.
I have no family.

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Is this a Cinema?
Or nightmare, just
'Pulsating' the strings
Of my mind,
Playing my heart
Like a timbre bass-guitar?

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'Oh, dream
Must be filming me!'
On the thoroughfare to hell
My mind flitted through time
I called to mind a well-off Man
In the neighbourhood

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Whom I pleaded to nibble
From his dining table;
He scared the wit off me.
And muttered, "GO AWAY
YOU POVERTY-STRICKEN,
JOBLESS MAN...!"

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In the nick of time
I heard his sharp screech
Accompanying the blubbering-wind
Which called to my ears.

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He came, flapping his tongue
While striding to my doorstep
Scooting sand into the thin air
With his longish, fatty feet.
With a confused voice,
He uttered words beyond his mouth
Could carry, "For not paying
Ears to your pleads,
You rather payed me by shivering
The mirrors of my SPORT-CAR;
That was worth millions of naira...?
YOU CANNOT OWN THAT TILL
YOUR LAST STATE OF MIND"
'I have not misheard'
I stood boldly still,
"I am a Christian, dear brother
How can I do such evil deeds
In the sight of heaven's window,
He sees me even when
I spy my inwards..."

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He, twice, flicked his
Two right five fingers
And said, "YOU WILL
SEE PEPPER TODAY."

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In their calaboose
I was prison freed
And was tortured
To the state of death.

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In the gasp of my breath,
I confessed still
"I DO NOT KNOW WHO DID IT
I ONLY SAW THE BROKEN GLASS
BROKEN INTO MY FEEBLE HEART."

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Please.
Drink from my palm-wine
Bleeding heart
Do not take his words:
His mouth filthy clean.
'I gave a SILENT SCREECH'
"Can't you ask the robber
That peeped through
Our street last night...?"

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They heard it.
At the moment
Face flushed
Hands drooped
(Their madness flushed)
And picked up with rage again -
I was tortured the more

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I must
But plead guilty
I am innocent free
Who just lost my job.

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I remembered vividly
'THE RICH OWNS THE WORLD
AT THEIR hefty FEET...'
My heart jolted.

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Image from Google

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NOTE ON CREATIVITY

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Creative writing could be defined broadly as the pursuit of artistic ends through the written word. Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, creative non-fiction, prose poem, memoir the possibilities for the form that writing, and thus message, may take are as diverse and numerous as there are writers writing. And as a creative writer, just as important final product is the process by which that product comes to be how develop own personal toolbox of skills, strategies, and styles is going have an impact on the form final product will take. It could be argued that this is all, to some extent, true of writing in any discipline (https://www.uvm.edu).

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It is not simple to give a clear definition to the term creative writing. Fiction writing and poetry can be easily defined as pieces of creative writing but there is disagreement on, for example, journal writing, biographical writing, and non-academic essay writing. In terms of creative writing exercises in second language

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Kern’s definitions (2000) are quite narrow; he does not include letter or journal writing, not to speak of grammar exercises, to creative writing. Maley (2009), on the other hand, disagrees with Kern and argues that in language learning, many kinds of exercises, such as the aforementioned letter and journal writing, can represent creative writing. He emphasizes that creative writing is about the playfulness of language and allowing pupils to express themselves freely: Creative writing texts draw more heavily on intuition, close observation, imagination and personal memories” (Maley, 2009).

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Donovan (2012) states that the term is subjective; one can regard very different kinds of texts as creative writing. Oxford Dictionary (online version), on the other hand, defines the term as such: Writing, typically fiction or poetry, which displays imagination or invention (often contrasted with academic or journalistic writing) (Oxford Dictionaries n.d.: n.p.)

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Also published on my blogs

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http://duanespoetree.blogspot.com/2018/03/martins-tomisin-writes.html

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Also published on my blog

https://tommysonmartins.wordpress.com/2016/10/29/poetry-a-letter-from-a-prisoner-by-martins-tomisin/

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Written & Edited by: @Martinstomisin

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Martins Tomisin Olusola

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28/11/2018

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