The book “The clay and the potter” is of poetry which goes beyond human imagination yet, written to capture human reasoning. Its elements of education, information and entertainment cannot be overemphasized as every part of this book either educates, informs or entertains.

       This book also has the element of religion, politics, nature, romance and humanity. It is written to touch every heart, either young or old. To stir a reaction into every reader rationally and irrationally.

Like the clay and the potter, it is not easy to attain height in life. Crude needs to be refined before it becomes useful. So also is life. Life is not a bed of roses. Life is not a pillow of comfort. Life is a struggle and only the rough can survive it.

This book reveals things around you that you may not know. Things you know but you may not understand. Its ‘extravaganza’ style is deliberately used to raise people’s curiosity .knowing quite fully well that no one does it better than you, you determine your life. Every challenge is to prompt your attention to something better.

The clay and the potter, who is the clay and who is the potter?

THE CLAY AND THE POTER

Yes, I wasn’t like this

Then, I was just a cold

Hard lump of clay

But one day a change i tasted

Then, I was just a cold

Hard lump of clay

But one day a change I tasted

Then, I was far noticed

By men of great expenditure

But he picked me up and he said

“I could do something with this”

In me was pressure prevailing

To change my rag of shape

It was too much to bear

I said, “It hurts, stop!!”

Furious I was when he said,

“Not yet”

I was laid to rest for several hours

Thinking it is over

But he said,

On a wheel I was kept

Around and around and around

He spanned me and I said

“Let me off”

Very stubborn he really was

And he replied,

“Not yet”

Suddenly, I noticed

I was a cup

And kept in a hot oven

Too painful, it really was

I shouted,

“Let me be”

As stubborn as a goat

He said,

“Not yet”

I couldn’t bear it any longer

I screamed

“I’m suffocating, I’m in hell”

But at me he stirred and said,

“Not yet”

I felt a sparkle of joy

When he loose on me

It is finished, I thought

But I was bathed with rainbow

Too often to weep again

I’m back to the hell”
And I said,

“I can’t stand it any longer’

As before as he always being

He said,

“Not yet”

At last,

I was placed on the shelf

Held up before the mirror

Waooh!

I’m now a beautiful tea cup

That everyone wants for treasure