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Tamunobere Edmond Vincent was born september,7th 1986 is a Nigerian, ( Bayelsa state). Growing up had him chalked up with experience that left yet stories to unveil in the face of the murky shadows of livelihood on welfare contributed to a childhood of drama, what coul be described as hard lessons too hard to hide behind the murky shadows of the external dramas of life.   At age six (1992) was enrolled into primary education  at the historic Christ The King State School,Imiringi.  At age seven necessity demand a move to stay with his paternal grandpa Mr Clever Tamunobere ( now of blessed memory) an astute bliever of Christ. Here, Edmond was thought to live by strict catholic religious doctrines under which must not stray from the umbrella of the family; grandpa who was the local catechist at the parish headquarter. At the successful completion from sixth grade was immediately admitted to the prestigious Mater Dei High School (same college attended by president of Nigeria Goodluck Ebele Jonathan)  in 1998 after a success in the common entrance exams and first school leaving certificate( FSLC) exams. He had an early stint of theatrical exposure, he developed a flair for acting as early as nine then in the church; later in college for †he school Dramatic Club and Conservative Club precisely, one of such remarkable stage performance which could be remembered on World Wetlands Day by the Living Earth Foundation (LENF) in his high school days with the much revered presence of the state commissioner for education had his face on the front page of LENF Magazine. .touched by his exposure to the shelves and the dauntless spirit of renown writers and bards, he began his poetic exploit as a teenager writer out of pleasure at leisure from which he compiled one of what could be  the most beautiful poetic collection of contemporary times, one of the excerpts of which is;

           ==== Marvels of my childhood====

Like a child left to pit his wits against nature’s fury Prickly brambles grew on either sides of the path We went through it all As I watched every thing around me My thoughts would meander far beyond this world My heart throbs as our eyes protrude How could it be so vague and scary? Bad dreams make the night seem hopeless In the stress and boredom searching for a hold I’d be baffled by certain phenomenon I could bear the pains with truth I felt Drinking from a bud vase that rarely gets filled to the brim

There was the craving of identification loosed in me By the sight of a solitary ant hauling a saddle upon a mysterious voyage There was the cloudy perception of appetite I felt When I inhale the whiff of a new slashed bleeding grass There was the pleasurable weariness I felt When I heard verdant leaves rustling with rain-like hum There was the affection I had for the silent regality of giant elephant grasses There was the teasing desire to mimic the petty pride of the sparrows Wallowing in the loamy dust of my community There was the insinuation of immense cruelty When I saw carved timber of stilted shack warped in the dry season’s sun There was the mood of death without dying from watching a rooster leap about Blindly with its neck snapped by way of a swift twist There was the thrill of fishing in muddy countryside stream with my cronies There was the longing I had as I watched clear, sugary juice Trickling from grandpa’s sugarcane being crushed at the yard There was the hazy sense of the infinite as I looked down Upon the colored, dreaming waters of Imiringi stream from the bobbing of Ogbia River There was the quiet terror that stretch through my sense When huge clouds sponge down earthward from star –heavy cumulus cloud on silent nights And there was the throbbing glory in loads of clouds flaming gold and lavender from invisible sun

On many bright evening when the sun was setting, I’d stand at the edge of the river How my hope hung on a bare vacuum How could you curb with your brains blown Gazing at the golden rays of the horizon shimmering in the clear streams below Within the dark; a murky consciousness in the hard nuts Though tough, but beautiful sight it used to be While we grew up, misty eyes was an adjunct to the tracks How we prayed to quaff a little deeper than it’s been Yet same sun will reappear on the other side of the horizon the following morning Inquired answers added more bewilderment in my already puzzled mind

This poem received a great approval from his German lecturer at the then compilation of campus poetry submission for annual publishing.

and later his motivational work titled (The Curiosity in Positive Patience) and  (Thrills of anticipation) he also has completed a full collection of poem; a book titled (A Good Face To the Matter) In his works, he was keen to reproduce the aesthetics of literary work that lies indistinct in his mind. Being captivated by the shakespaerean writings as a boy and as a student in his college days in MDHS,Imiringi. Not known to have such a commanding wit to unveil such poetic inkling at the onset, with much of extravertic lifestyle, rather had his taste of writing a" marvel to ponder".. his writings were not quickly published for public viewing for financial reasons. In 2007, he was offered a provisional admission to study accounting in the prestigious Madonna university,. Agitated by his close optimistic buddies to have his works presented in their annual departmental publications were futile. As such decided to have more than just a collection but a celebrated work. His gift of literary wits is a rare expression of a sages' life. Not been a keen literary student in school suffices anyone to say he mentored himself that regard or rather a gift so to say, fondly called the " author's poetry".

That today he speak of doing away with lesser things, because the temperature of our era is undergoing appreciable changes overtime, as well as the temperament for a successful life vies in equilibrium with doing away with things that do not matter just anymore. So to say, explains our ma-lady as well as anything else. That It is no longer a concealed fact, among all things; we desire a gene-rational transformation, when it comes to our individual economic configurations and orientation, which require instantaneous outcome with changing inclination, and annex of human needs and necessities. But then, self-approval becomes a foremost step towards increasing our ambition’s connectivity. If this is the surest way, then it becomes a self motivational guideline.
                  

[An excerpt from "THRILLS OF ANTICIPATION"] Honestly, how I feel my emotional soreness is through a feeling of resentment or swallow-up within the upper compartment of my chest, which construe its effect on a stone face, which shows the obvious state of a vexed soul. Because, a lot of us came into this life; finding ourselves in the midst of a miniature to collate or make a gallery of our pedigree. Like me, we are not the same, the weight of saddle I carry within my beliefs; transcend different sto-ries which may carry less comic impression. And even if I try to break free from the swings that toss my emotions, I’m stuck in a world where I dream lofty and sees little to collate. Passionately, the beauty I admire in soulful living is quite different from the colors that please others; but however belittled the present; I nurtured the feelings like a child left to pit his wits and against nature’s fury. I could not figure out how to make sour grapes for where felt I can’t reach. Because lessons learnt within time configured a different man in me, that to despair will tantamount to giving up the right to life itself. I had a conception of life that no experience could ever erase; a notion as to what life is that no schooling could ever altar, a dark and gloomy life that was to make me stand apart and look upon excessive joy with questions. This was to make me ill at ease and forever on the move, as though to escape a nameless upshot seeking to overtake me, a predilection to what was real that no argument could ever deny or contradict. I developed an attitude towards life that was to endure, that was to make me skeptic if anything exist outside my world.

               These feelings made me desire to drive coldly to the heart of every question, and it laid open the nature of misery I knew and I have always seen, but hope to escape in due time. Eventually the spirit I had gave me an insight to the misery of others, and made me gravitate towards those whose feelings were like mine, as my situation grew into a symbol, gathering to it helplessness, restless moving, hunger-ridden days, dread and a cloud of uncertainty. My life seems to set an arousing tone to my desires, conditioned my reaction to men and event that had not occurred yet. It colored the places I desired to go and people I’ll meet in the future; it determined my stance to situations and circumstances. It made me love delving into values and into pragmatic and naturalistic fiction and art, then eventually made me to find irresistible, talks that sought answers to questions that could only keep alive the enthralling sense of wonder and trepidation, in the face of human feelings which is hidden in the external drama of life.  Friends I had known had a measure of their kindness too, and if tears roll down my lonely cheeks from the pains I had known, they’ll reiterate, guy please be strong and see past these moments; though sometimes we all fall from the grace of our actual humanity. I had developed love for talk that tease my emotions as I get filled with admiration of wonder as regards the uncanny of the spirit behind speech that motivate and talk that degrade another’s personality. 
               I had learnt to write-off the feeble-mindedness that once clouded my psyche. I was to look upon acts of kindness that comes out of sympathy instead of love with sheer disgust. So I stopped being naive to the fact that people I’ll meet will always judge me precipitately before they ever knew my real person; not distressed, I figured out they only understand just a slight, but by a hair's breadth . For no one sticks around quite longer these days to learn how to appreciate or give a confidant’s attention. While I wondered, I had seen how neighbors that smile with you, but with a passing moment of fury and frustration can render the life of another useless by diabolic or practical measures absolutely hopeless and shameful. So I learnt to despise kind gesture from those who smile now, but able to write a black profile about you to the whole world without a pen. So as the pages of life are being opened; by the actions of co-existence and events that unfold, some are impressed but I’m touched. Unfortunately the height of folly we could make of ourselves and the worst, to stand as symbols of unrewarded struggles. When these should have being thankful days, which we should have stood through the experiment of time, like we saw the challenges rearing up their cloning faces, but we stood to the test not waved by their challenges. 
               Simple as these elements of life could camouflage themselves, hence creating some sort of impression that we are simply living, but evidently existing for if at all any defined cause, which of course many are lame; if they need explanations. Lots of  people in the crowd can’t stand to vouch for why they are here, feeling they might just die one day and that ends it all, not to talk about the cause for which they respire. That too, only few can find moments of silence to buttress. Even If all clues were available that we could take charge of things, which ought to be our stepping stone to behold the future too; how prepared is our mindset to cleave the chances up to that account? It seems rather too perplexing or even more retrogressive to live life for no defined cause. We lay blames on contact, but that could be quite understandable depending on how typical the environment can preclude you from a purposeful life, so nature tells you to find which place best suits your kind. I’m curious to understand the facts which lie beyond our myopic existence. It dawned on me that at a certain point in time, when we should have been more candid than philosophers asking child-like questions curiously to our peers and elders about “why” and “how” and “where” just like kids use to. But “men are by their nature charlatans, we fail to admit our ignorance till we get caught up in the mix and by the snares of life” questions asked by kids; I do not mean silly as much, but the intelligent enough that sought reasonable answers as mostly seen in the Hollywood movies, these kids do not know if they constitute nuisance or not, but just the curiosity to know. But once the grown-ups shut them up from asking those questions, they grow up to become timid adults; because they can’t ask questions anymore.  What sort of questions are we referring to? If we should affirm that we are absolutely drenched with knowledge through what we know, then there is surely no need for us to seek after wisdom. But perfection is from God! 
                 Our lives appear to be like a cloud of mystery that only unveils itself through the lens of our inner mind’s eyes. Because as the days passes by; events take their shapes, the babies grow, the climate changes, human needs outgrow available resources and persistent changes experienced with their fashion claim their self-analysis, golden spoons change to wooden spoons and then the reverse again, guiltless faces become monsters by their own will, contradiction becomes a fact about whose theory is more acceptable. Sometimes I wished there wasn’t any word like “average” and even bad enough “worst” so we could be absolutely sure, that we can take the next step or say something about tomorrow, and I’ll not be asked by the preacher man to live my life as if today is going to be my last. But that’s a wish! Hence reality seems the only place to go, but the inquiry becomes rhetorical, where and what is reality? Our mind could constantly be haunted by our past actions, and others advise us not to think of the past. Hey dude, stop thinking of the past, it is retrogressive! But I felt no, that’s not the position of things. What if you did not have a past to figure out? That could be such a bleak ended adventure. Experiences are indispensable and worth being reflected on, and so you’ll need to figure out your past for your present to make sense. Life as it stands, is not lived by resorting our conclusion based on mythical claims and stagnating ideologies of charlatans, whose best are traceable to pessimistic talks about “risk” and “limit” as the doctrine of peace. But be quick to discern between the pleasures of taking a “step worth the risk” and “seeing beyond your limit” to set a new pace; if not peace then at least, get a piece. Not to be phony and evil-minded, but see that you are living well too, and have all things that you desire; so you will not have to steal. 
                In favored times, some acts are not meant to be avoided when stripped with a choice. Do not hold comfort in knowledge of your weakness, for a man passes not this road twice, but see beyond naivety; though he dances to the yanks of undefined strings. Well, situations may arise for a common purpose, but do well to avoid them forming a noose. What can’t break you, will make you; for what we once turned from in disgust, we embrace as necessity, for even who is dear to us eventually pass from this world.  The odds necessitate that a man must come into terms with staying within your limits or growing beyond your perceived exertion. There is no worst death than the end of hope.
       Just a word of thought, it takes more than courage to reveal insecurities than to hide them, more strength to relate to people than to dominate them, more manhood to abide by thought-out principles rather than blind reflex. And, never forget that, toughness is in the soul and spirit, not in muscle and immature mind.
       You are only left to interpret my words literally or exactly, especially by believing in them or doing as they suggest