We Are Fed up: God Bless Nigeria
God bless Nigeria!
Nigeria had just a hundred toxic problems now two gravy ones are born:
- kidnapping from the southeast
and
- bombing from the northern region
. No doubt, the politicians are its parents; HOW?
Kidnapping
The trend of kidnapping in Nigeria date back to the days of oil money in the south then it was the foreigners. At this time, had Nigeria politics not been greedy and incompetent, kidnapping would have been over. This was the right time for amnesty not now when the damage has gone beyond imaginable doubt.
Later it drifted to the siblings of the eminent, most precisely those linked to politicians. And now; everybody, anybody, so long it breaths; guess it got a price tag.
Imagine akara and plantain sellers kidnapped. “Don’t pay any ransom, don’t pay report to the police” the minister of information and police LGI would announce. But how can one obey when their loved ones are in the jagged-knives of the hoodlums? Even these hoodlums camouflage as policemen during operation: Commissioner of police how tight is our security in the country, is it only meant to protect the politicians in convoy or assist these insatiable hoodlums?.
“WHO ARE THESE HOODLUMS?”
They are the voracious youths, the insatiable graduates, the unemployed, highly intelligent and greedy fellows. What if these ideas are put into positive effect in the Nigeria economy?
Now that the everyday songbirds have failed in the chorus “children are the leaders of tomorrow” because I still see those leaders before I was born leading and contesting, provide for the youths opportunities and militancy will fly.
Boko-haram
Have you read the papers seen the news? They medley “bank rubbery in Ogun state, civil servant kidnapped in Imo-state, Riot christians and Muslims, church bomb-blast, boko-haram…. Bombblast.. bomb…, 11killed, 5 injured, over 300 dies, suspected Boko-haram terrorist“ where is he ” he escaped”
Dear Mr. president; Dr. Goodluck Jonathan, God sits on his throne of power and leadership. With his crown on, a cap devil dare not instruct him on what to do. Read in-between lines. The politicians started it, politicians better end it. Nigerians are fed up!
written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
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Tales Of A Wife: Love Is A Baton Race
I saw a young lady
Heads down; fixed rigidly at a spot
Crying so bitterly
That I almost joined
With a cracking voice she sang….
Nne’ mamam’ oooo!!!
You were right
I never should have loved
Nne’, mamam’ oooo
Open show me the way back to the house”
We are all students in the art of love
Learning from every fallen baton
We hold or once held
Breaking mama’s rule
Could have been right
Nne’ mamam’ oooo!!!
You were right
I never should have loved
Nne’, mamam’ oooo
Open show me the way back to the house”
Never quit
Leave this spot
Make yourself available
To those that
Considers you indispensable
One don’t play the game solely
The game of life
Is the game of love
Affectionate dies
Admiration is born.
(C) 2012 The True Poesy
written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
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Her Jewelry Box
- Part 1
For a pragmatic approach to measuring such greats
It has a seven all stars rating
The giver of hope, main cause of lovelorn
She always smile with her teeth as white as snow
Could it be her jewelries, blisses, and sinuous acts
A stolen glance at her parcel is a starry-eyed
Peace obtained: like bow against violin strings
Twinkles and blinks like the stars in the sky
I wonder if she is a fallen angel…
An affection so conformed and tempting:
She is as tempting as the box she beholds
The autumnal colored jewelry box reflect her blonde hairs
Pretty is she and the definition of what she wears.
- Part 2
So divine the multicolored anklets,
Bracelets and bangles reflects the look of the angels
It is a Justifiable Pride. Remember J
Stacked in the boxes’ wooly holes;
Fingers wish to be detained in the rings
It is enormously powerful. Remember E
Assorted collections of the wristwatches
With hindsight, the manufacturers wish they hadn’t sold it out.
It is a wellspring of attraction. Remember A
The glamour of the string African beads,
Pearl necklaces, golden and silver charm bracelets;
Saliva drops from a wide-open mouth: ’tis an extrovert. Remember E
The beauty of the lockets,
Medallion and pendant, blesses her neck.
What a leviathan of abundant beauty. Remember L
The hoop and clip-on earrings
Have a figure of the catamaran.
It is Reliable. Remember R.
The decoration of the brooch gives her a flaunting beauty;
Yep!, I got a Y
And she is her Jewelry box the definition of who she is.
(C)2008
The True Poesy
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Heavenly haven
The bogeyman is come
The thunder keeps sticking
Earth quaking is turning normal
Cheering has turned camel
Under its own steam, in problematic desert
Problem had torn all hopes
Destroying and vanishing all homes
Boo… hoo…boo…hoo!
Stop those tears and come into haven
Not just haven but heavenly haven
Come get a doleful experience of what they call home.
(C) 2009
written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
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Grief behind the upper body
- Picture on the wall; majestically clad shining out like the Sun
Wooden frame hung beside the broken mirror, smiling lively at sorrowful
Unemotional even as the fury shear tears facing her shine
Before first slanting, the big palm tree has just fallen.
Now with woe, it stamps emptiness in the loveseat
- Stealing smile and leaving photo clips in the fury mind.
Life has just turned an everyday eclipse
Why has the gods so treasured you?
Now haters has got what they requested
Anguished, the dark cloud settled right over fury.
Tears never go dry, why… why… why…
(C) 2009
the true poesy
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Unintentional Existence: Gnash Not Your Teeth
Existence so tragic, she, and her teen give up the ghost.
For creating the moment in time
Of disappointment or delay
Nor tragic tales with fascinating commencement
For the devil is for eternity happy in bereave
Blame not any untold prophesies
For not prophesying on existence and extinction
To drop and pay dividends to the oceans
Although it crashes the sailors’ prime ship
Do not forget it is the initiator of harvest
Gnash not your teeth for harvest
Life is not always flourishing
(C) 2009
The True Poesy written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
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Gift of Prosperity
Breakfast time, there goes a companion, isn’t she gorgeous
As virtuous as my mother, Dads’ wife
And precious as Dads’ present to me; my first Laptop
Of my children, Nigeria, Africa and the universe
Unto that engaging day their destiny is carved
Like an ocean of hilarity with airborne doves around it
(C) 2009
The True Poesy
written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
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Gentle Man
Filled perfectly of a perfect gentle mind
Gently getting corrupt by the casualties
Slowly spending cash like I don’t mind
Getting fames and shifting to mediocrity
Was never the living dreams in thy mind
More, stepping on the enemies buried mine
Self digging a grave for the heart to be buried
Deliberately grabbing an ungentle mind
Maybe it is the drank or it’s the thought
Cranks are always eccentric in personality
For sure, grabbed a destiny of the line
Like the prodigal son, I’m sorry is always thy end
Why cracking and chewing evil nuts
Even with thy adopted character seems lost
Come back! There is a lot of rooms
In the gentleman’s peaceful home.
(C) 2008
The True Poesy
written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
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Flourishing In Joyful Abodance
The trees do nothing but to breed
Stubborn growth, thicken dark bark, colorful green leaves and beautiful flowers
The wonderful birds weaves and sings on them splendidly
Competition a normal routine in life
Out of the abundance of nature and nurture
The crop is to meet up with harvest
Time when its height shall be reduced by the master
Flavor, the taste of true toil
Wonderful creatures eat of the return
Beauty of enthusiasm and classic taste
A poet’s line isn’t complete without the thrilling scenes
To the silos, barns and boutique
Storage is to defect drought
Let the cooperative labor of the ants flourish
Even when the water is banished
Oh, fire! The odd but still copious
Dangerous, desperate and willing to swallow
All the wonderful matters made by nature
Yet, the ants are still blissful in their harbor.
(C) 2009
The True Poesy
written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
