Small Saves The Day… Dr. Ezechinyere Ekpo (aka Dr. Swag)

Life is beautiful, don’t we all agree?  And no, it’s not because of the big stuff. Oftentimes, it is the small things in life that make the big difference – a warm smile, a pat on the shoulders, a kind word or deed…

Sometimes, it is the act of a small child that saves the day, in a way that older ones will not be able to grasp.

The poem below, written by Dr. Ezechinyere Ekpo, also known as Dr. Swag, stresses this fact in a masterful way. If you know Dr. Swag, you’ll be able to see his characteristic signature in this spectacular telling. Messieurs, mesdames, presenting Dr. Swag!

Small Saves The Day

A mammoth riddle loomed before clueless citizens
Of such mighty proportions none could solve
Experts and specialists could not resolve
This Goliath of a conundrum the best could not best
The colossal challenge was such a bother
That it made everyone shudder
The dread of it gave a fever
Made even the president shiver

There was no hope
Men could only mope
Before this giant who could cope?
All answers ended with a nope
Then came up a runt, a tiny tot
“What can he do?” they thought
Of his sling and stone they mocked
But heroic acts dare not be docked!

Into his business did they poke
Taunted they, this dude is a joke!
He did not stand a chance
And must be wakened from his trance
Nothing more was he than a kid
How could he of a gargantuan dilemma rid?
But it was smallness that saved the day
A lad, a sling and a stone

Goofing Off In Fun Lines & Rhymes… Yemie

My first guest post is from the beautiful Yemie. She doesn’t consider herself a blogger, though many of us know better  🙂 . However, I cajoled her into writing a poem for us and after fighting tooth and nail to decline the invitation, we finally got the beautiful, playful piece below. Yemie sizzles, for no other reason than that she expresses herself with everything she’s got. No holds barred. Ladies and gentlemen, presenting Yemie!

Goofing Off In Fun Lines & Rhymes

Tick-tock goes the clock
A tap and rap on my door, knock-knock
I reach out and unlock
With the strength of a Jock

‘Write me a poem’, she sweetly coos
Chuckling, I belt out a sound ‘boo hoo’
And make a quick dash for the loo

‘You aren’t wriggling free of this one Cherie’, she cajoles
‘Oh dear! Do I feel like a Felon on parole’
A pocketful of lines, I must dole
‘However did I end up in this Hellhole?’
Totally zero to the bone

Struggling I hit a brick wall
Running into writer’s block, I fall
‘Dear Lord, please help me stand tall’
As I heed this unusual call

Like a ship listing away from the dock
I put my pen to paper and take stock
If I die I die, I mock
In all, I know I am a rock

On to the tick-tock, I don’t stop
I reel out my lines so tight, it’s no doo-wop
Hitting a home run, I yell out ‘Touchdown’!
Work done, hair down I go out on the town


This poem was originally my response to a (still on-going) challenge with Su’eddie but I’d like to share it. Enjoy.

You judge the merit of my art
You never fail to play your part
For that’s the nature of your art
Not so much of an eyelid bat

Dissect as with a fine-tooth comb
Analyse in minute detail
Scrutinise motives real or not
Dismember each thought that’s expressed

You are of essence that is sure
If you’re not there I’m still uncooked
My work leaves your refining pot
Then by the world to be embraced