Saturday, 22 November 2014

A Hero's Tale

Hello Hi,

I hope you're doing great. I wrote a short story (300 words) for the Etisalat prize fiction. Please read, share and vote for me; you can also vote everyday. Thank you. Here's the link:

I was going to put up a short story today but my friend sent me a beautiful poem which I could not resist especially as I find poem-composing very challenging. He chooses by go by his pseudonym - ucsmile (some of you may know him or may have seen his other lovely works). So please enjoy and leave your comments below.
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A Hero's Tale

Such stories are often told
By the wizened ones of old
Who with backs steeped in age
Recount battles fought on life's stage
Reminiscent on the eternity of youth
Toes tingling for dancing shoes and boot
But with a lesson to impact
On those with bodies still intact

This story has never been told
For none could conceive something so bold
Or even perceive the workings of a man's heart
Determined to play a part
In utter disregard of the applause
Which some need to stay on course
When placed on the spotlight
In a quest for the fairest and white

This is a tale of man’s bravery
One whose end can vary
Depending on the path that one should tow
Or the mouth from which the tale is told
Of an adventure in the Jungle of Ardor
Whose key is strength and valor
And the price the rarest of all
The lone bloom in the Fall

She is like a flower
Which some see and cower
Words fleeing down parched throats
Sweat dribbling down hot clothes
Feet tapping in a confounded pattern
Wrapped in shoes spick-and-span
All set to dazzle the fair maiden
The pride of the garden

Her body was enshrouded in vanilla
Which sent each warrior to Nirvana
Her voice that of a nightingale
Piercing each heart and mail
Her touch was the gentle wind
For which each warrior yearned
Her eyes a seamless deep fountain
That a multitude of warriors cannot drain

Each warrior sought her
Leaving behind a grisly nightmare
As they tear through the jungle
Every step, a pleasant struggle
Undaunted by the prick of the thorn
Nor perturbed by armor that is worn
With shredded skins they went on
For the maiden is just for one

Some turned back the trail
For their pace could not match a snail
A few fell on the way side
Content with another as bride
Others went off to a new quest
Convinced that they will fail the test
And alas our hero is left
But with the bravest and heft

They searched high and low
Till they came on top a brow
From which summit they could see
Our maiden bathed in a sea
Of golden rays of morning sun
Reflected in the eyes of a python
This was poised to end the life
Of a creature with so much love rife

Without a pause our hero moved
And enwrapped the maiden as she stood
Even the pain of the python bite
Could not weaken the hand that held on so tight
And with eyes misted with love and warmth
He strove to say with his dying breath
My love, I die joyful knowing you are alive
With the thought that one like me did live


Have a great week ahead.

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  1. Do such heroes still exist?
    Do ladies even appreciate them, or merely see them as foolish young men? I think the time of romance has been overtaken by the love of money

    1. Well I 'm sure such men still exist and women that appreciate them still exist too but both sides are few in number and hard to find :)

    2. Such heroes definitely still exist! I'm sure that if you think back, you will remember a guy or two who you termed "Mugu" because of his attitude towards women. Some of them might have been real "mugus", while others were real heroes that preferred to be the hurt, rather than the one that hurts

    3. lol, I don't remember any personal mugu o! I still dey wait for mine :P

  2. Nyc....I agree wit Ugochi on d fact dt thr ar still such men nd d women too,bt dey ar rily few...