Friday, August 31, 2012


      ABOUT THE BOOK

 




 This is a Story no screen-saved godly character will ever have to write. It is a story that drips with events of religious and political absurdity to help us grasp and comprehend the extent, the nature and the immense complexities of our problems and the compounding postures our stepping stone takes. Anyway, life is good, life is bad. To uphold it this way may not be standing on the fence but to go either way will be rather excruciating.
            Patrick Ukah might have been wrong playing to the extreme yet he was right. The idea that a man is a product of his thought, what he thinks he becomes puts his name on the register of the saints. He was St. Patukah, a dangerous saint. He is now Patukah, a weeping and remorseful saint and hopes to become hereafter St. Patrick Ukah, a good saint However, if Patukah is a saint, then Senator Kemo is a co-saint while Fr. Omenka becomes a super-saint.
                                FOREWORD
The book, praying Mantis’ was written for mature minds. The language is subtle but effective. Design intended to achieve particular purpose, firing imagination.
Chapter one, one of the sixteen chapters, iss a confessional statement from the principal character, Patukah, a notorious criminal akin to Lawrence Anini’s saga, who later metamorphosed into a saint, was nothing but meant to pull out and introduce reader into the storyline.
Jittery about being detected by EFCC, Senator Diduwa Kemo lost billions of naira to fire. Complete the story in chapter 12.
The author, however, made use of didactics in the action packed series, every chapter has deductive lesson that adds a dose of wisdom to your stock.
Read the dilemma of rector of Dominican seminary, Rev. Fr Omenka over missing  missionaries in chapter six.
Get to know about Da Baron’s haven, eccentric Belfast Island. The author, Osita Ugwu in the nerve- racking novel carved a niche for himself in annals of humanities. It is a scintillating well- structured woven literal fabric. Like the apostle who saw Christ rushed and called his brother to come and see Messiah, pick  your copy and others for your brother, sisters and friend , so that they too will enrich their stock and intellect.
                                                                                                                                                Nnaemaka Ikpe
                                                                                                                                                Editor. Snaap Press Ltd.
                                                                                                                                                Enugu.
                                                                                                                                                2006.

CHAPTER ONE

                                                                                                                                                                Flat 5, Block 16,
                                                                                                                        Apollo Quarters,
                                                                                                                        Bukata Estate
                                                                                                                        June 26, 2006.
The Inspector General of Police,
Federal Republic of Nigeria.
Letter of Appeal
The indecipherable ups and downs in life, atimes, are meant to be advantageous, and better for the genuinest of reasons if it as much occurred to us to possess a deep sense of attributes of goodness in God. Inimical the happenings may seem, but they are outrightly for character building. Religiously for our crowning for they are trials and temptation, and it is said that HE tempts he that HE wants to crown. Although taken too far, it exhausts our patience and drains our consciousness of God , in consequence makes us awkwardly vulnerable to life, God and our fellow human beings having the same degree of image and likeness of God. Therefore, sir, my honorable inspector General of police (IG), I appeal  to you to hear me out, hear the story of my life. I think it is time I left this pretentious and fake life I am leading in the name of hiding in others. I have ran the race of this life through a wrong track but now zeal has let me begin to re-do it the right way. I am militarily prepared to confess my fakeness so that my crown will unmistakably bear my humble identity. Besides, this will be an eye-opener for you and spare you the rigour of searching for the once most wanted character in the senator Diduwa Kemo arson saga.
As I introduce you into my hyper-protected private world, I have to apologize for any regrettable inconvenience you will have to toe, reading my nightmarish handwriting and legions of redundant details. For the trivial details, they are not intentional but heartfelt but for the skimpy ones, you have to forgive me for I have gone too old in mind.
The subsequent pages bear the introduction and the story. However, the above address remains tentative until for the love of biblical 70x 7, you assure me that your men will not violently apprehend me, then I will blow open my permanent address
                                                                                                                        Yours faithfully,
                                                                                                                        Ukah, Patrick.
To be continued………………………………………

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

GOODBYE I BARGAINED NOT


            GOODBYE I BARGAINED NOT 

OSY UGWU 

WRITTEN @ STELLAMARIS COLLEGE ABBI         

The sun that shone on that day first the sky you beheld
Too many thanks;
A pair of piercing eyes like that of the sun in my darkness
It conferred on you;
Evergreen in my memory you will die.

Today in the field two butterflies together fled and played
The memory of us it triggered;
I watched them part ways like us
In vain I waited to see them rejoin;
Nevertheless we left a memory cherished.

The day you found my secret
Was my darkness moment;
Till date, your eyes never beheld
And in the field we played I stand alone watching the setting sun;
The romance it once held long lost.


God in heaven knows I miss you
Your velvety voice in distance rings everyday;
In every pretty face I meet I see you
My joy and happiness took leave of me;
That day you gave me that four letter word-hate.

On the other end all season
I’ll wait.
Till proper goodbye in me well-expressed and shared.