Wednesday, 15 May 2019

Trot, trot marches the royal escort
barging through arcades
letting through just blue blood.
Trumpets blow, drums roll
launching each savoury stroll.

"Shine forth, my lady!"
For though the earth may crave more blood,
here's a prince in golden armour
who shan't let them go
that plot your stow.


                                                             DAWN TO DUSK

"Irene, Irene! Hia, where has this naughty girl gone ehnn? Why is it that if I don't shout so much she will not hear me.
Irene ooo!" Madam Zika, fondly called Apunanwu by her friends, called out exasperatedly.

"Yes ma," came the reluctant and sleepy reply.
"Haa, you mean you are still sleeping? Well, that means 'zero one zero' for you today.

As Irene rushed in hurriedly, her appeals fell on deaf ears.

"Can you not taint my mood this morning? I will see how much you have done of the chores you have when I return."

Walking out with a swift gait, Apunanwu, eyed her beautiful but modest housemaid, inspecting her appearance. "You should get your hair made," she added passively.

At the corner of the room, Irene collapsed to the floor, letting out a moan following the hunger spikes in her tummy. She had been looking forward to having breakfast and even dreamed that she cooked her favourite ukpegede, a meal made from overripe plantain and corn flour, while cracking jokes with her aunty in the kitchen. Oh, what a disappointment! She wondered at what might have upset her mentor, who is often pleasant, this morning.

With her tummy letting out a loud groan again, she slowly rose to begin her daily chores. She now had making her hair to the list of things to do. She had better hurry before Anwu returns. She smiled broadly, recalling how she admired her aunty so much that she called her 'Sun' in her heart long before the new friends began calling Madam Zika 'one who radiates like the sun'.  

Tuesday, 14 May 2019

Grammarly Speaking...


"To" is a word that is often mistaken or muddled up in analysis because it is small and has the ability to move around in sentences. While interviewing prospective English teachers, this error is revealed. Therefore, I think it is important to explain this concept.

The determinant of the function of 'to' is the word or phrase following the word.
For example,

a. I like to play outdoors
b. Adams threw a piece of bone to the dog

In sentence 'a', 'to' precedes a verb thus it is a particle which marks the following verb as an infinitive.
Other examples: to grow, to come, to get, to know e.t.c.

In sentence 'b', 'to' precedes a noun phrase. Hence, 'to' here functions as a preposition (showing the relationship between 'the dog' and other words in the sentence), pointing out who/what the bone was thrown to.
Other examples: to anyone, to me, to a great extent, to the tune of e.t.c.
The only English verb which ends in '...sede' is
        
           SUPERSEDE
Alas, melodies sweet as the nightingale's
yank sleeping lions!
Did I hear lions?
Hmm...thought awhile of the longed impact.
Saw none, heard none.
Beckoning within, was the fire that burned.
Burning so bad as the bile
bringing forth nectar
like flaming volcanic embers
seeping down mountains
amidst freezing white balls
whose wavered hands melt away
in the fiery furnace.
Resound, sweet melodies!
Awake the lions
whose ranks now are broken.
For gone they are
that held you back.
... So I recalled a complex sentence and wondered whether anyone could help me simplify it:

A plethora of culinary specialists will have a deleterious effect on the soluble pabular of diversity of consommés 💓😁😄
A glance in the horizon
unfolds the earth's light
as it journeys to rest and
its offspring dance, in celebration,
of their time to rule the firmament.

Here and there the winds travel
in joyous gloominess, clapping,
knocking and rattling
as the earth glides to
rest after a job well done.

"Salute!" we echo, as the after-day
take their thrones in dire
relentlessness to imprint their
presence that the earth
may not forget