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Hello Hivers! This is my entry to my first ever Hive (Steem) blog post (@jaynie)
My first ever HIVE BLOG POST was Published on the 17th of August, 2018.
Actually, it was my third post on Steem, the first one was just a very short one on Literature. It's like writing a quote then.
While the second was a very short one as well... But the history of my writing started with writing poetically, using poetry as a medium of communication to the world. My first poem is A Letter from a Prisoner. It was the longest poem I've ever written. It is not that easy to get a beautiful long poem written these days. Mine took me 10 to 12 hours or more. After some years I begin to submit online for Publishers, and it was approved. I can vouch that this is one of my best poems online even though it has be reedited.
I joined #Steem when I was at the last year of my University level. Then I was battling with my Project. It took me months to write my long Essay Writing. In other to meet the deadline, I had to travel far from home to get Texts relating my project.
Unfortunately for me, I had no good phone to post or blog then; and I was using a small android phone, Techno Y2 which seemed to be a bit useful then (the phone Tecno Y2 is a smartphone that everyone can afford, and this smartphone is popular and up till now. The Y2 comes in a 4.0-inch display similar to the size of the iPhone 4, 512MB processing ram). Moreover, electricity was one of our major challenges we face here in Nigeria up till date...
This is it here: My First Post on Steem A Letter from a Prisoner
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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
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...?"
"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..."
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.
Is this a Cinema?
Or nightmare, just
'Pulsating' the strings
Of my mind,
Playing my heart
Like a timbre bass-guitar?
'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
Whom I pleaded to nibble
From his dining table;
He scared the wit off me.
And muttered, "GO AWAY
YOU POVERTY-STRICKEN,
JOBLESS MAN...!"
In the nick of time
I heard his sharp screech
Accompanying the blubbering-wind
Which called to my ears.
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..."
He, twice, flicked his
Two right five fingers
And said, "YOU WILL
SEE PEPPER TODAY."
In their calaboose
I was prison freed
And was tortured
To the state of death.
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."
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...?"
They heard it.
At the moment
Face flushed
Hands drooped
(Their madness flushed)
And picked up with rage again -
I was tortured the more
I must
But plead guilty
I am innocent free
Who just lost my job.
I remembered vividly
'THE RICH OWNS THE WORLD
AT THEIR hefty FEET...'
My heart jolted.
If you're interested in joining the contest, read the instructions below or click this link below:
HOW TO ENTER
First of all - you MUST have been on HIVE for AT LEAST 3 MONTHS to qualify
Source from @Jaynie's Content
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STEP 1:
Create a post sharing your own FIRST EVER HIVE (or Steem) POST (EXCLUDING INTRODUCTORY POSTS). You are welcome to use a format like mine - but PLEASE create your OWN HEADER DESIGN! Also - feel free to "link" it to your ACTUAL original post. (Not compulsory)
STEP 2:
Your blog post TITLE must be:
My entry to the "My first ever HIVE BLOG POST challenge"
STEP 3:
Be sure to include the DATE your post was published.
(Like I did above) - @peakd gives full date clarity on posts.
STEP 4:
Include the "How to Enter" section at the end of your post so that others know how to join in and what is required.
STEP 5:
Use the following two tags (in any order) as a part of your 8 or 10 tags: myfirsthiveblogpost and powerhousecreatives
STEP 6:
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STEP 7:
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About Me:
I'm a budding Poet, Photographer and Content Writer. Love poetry and photography
I hope to bring positive impact in the life of readers or literary appreciators through my writings.
Follow me @martinstomisin
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