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Changed Man


Listen to the stories of the bad

Listen to all their wild laconic acts

Corruptions, menaces, lies, and crimes.

Listen only not to those with flowering-ending

Listen hard to the heart beats of struggling

Cries, screams, blood drops and palms waving

Listen hard to all that changes good or bad

Listen to the still stream stories they tell

Cups of bitter zeros they bitterly drank

Listen o listen to the stories of a changed man.



        By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

        © 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Flowers Bloom and Fade Away

Yesterday I read a heave sigh

From two beautiful candy friends

One’s voice deep and romantic

The other soft like elastic

With a pair of golden lips

As sweat as red cherries;


Yesterday they had laughter’s

Inviting like temptation

Reminding the aged of the infantile

Remarks that could tears fill the tile;

‘Rome was built not in a day; let’s give it a try’,

They sigh.


Next day I got a headache

From two bitterly barking dogs

Deep, harsh, light and loud

‘Dad … Mum!!!

It will never work; let’s call it off’

They mull.


Today I read yet another sigh

Like tomorrow, yesterday, birthdays,

Christmas and New Year’s Eve

Two beautiful candy friends

Holding candles by the cradle


Hope it’s not another part of a pack

For flowers to bloom and fade away




        By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

        © 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Nigeria at 50 (A Golden Age)

Nigeria at 50 (A Golden Age)

Like an Ocean wave, it waves

Calling all yea who swayed

To the river-banks and overstayed

Away from the then Slave-Coast

Before now and during the days

Days when lanugo wrapped a newborn

Named not by an inbreed culture

But: River Niger flowing nonstop to the future.

A moment of silence…

To all yea who passed on for or by her sword…

Rejoice and bless us to good gospels

Nothing good and best changed in liberty-bell

The Eagle still strong as the Horses never fall

Lokoja still a confluence, along the dell

The boutique of flowers still ours in golden ages

O yes, the flag is ever Green and White.

To all yea who see these days,

Days when history’s made easily from misery

Hark back to years ago, by ego civilians and soldiers

Breathe last breath for the liberty-bell.

50 years tougher, stronger and of better wage

Arise o compatriot…

An atom now weighs more a whale

All on a golden age.


By Onyeche V.E. Onyeka

© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com


All great Nigeria presidents and Heroes, Colonization, Golden age, Independence Day, Late Dr. Nnamdi Azikiwe, Late President Yar’Adua, Liberty bell, Nigeria coat of arm, Nigeria’s golden jubilee, Nigerians overseas and dwellers, October first (1st October), President Goodluck Jonathan, and Slave coast.

Golden jubilee; welcome to Nigeria

Golden jubilee; welcome to Nigeria


Looking down the page

So many had changed

“Was this my gage?”

She cries with such a rage.


To the mess of all age

Customs and Traditions is forgotten

And changed

She felt like breaking out the cage.


Ah… young ones: It was fifty years ago

Before prisoners were freed

And true owners became happy dwellers

So frustrating, so upsetting


“You’ll never make it” most predicted.


“Kill the messenger”

Sagely, she’d dog-fought an awful message.

Her dispossession now in perfect position


It was fifty years ago

After the whites came

The whites ruled

She became sage


Wish the old had gotten the message

It was fifty years ago

After she flashed a look

From the corner of her eyes


The green flag waved freely,

At home now, many old died…

Ay… young ones, if she hadn’t be slaved to sage

She wouldn’t be saying: “Welcome to Nigeria.”


    By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

    © 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com


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