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Terrified by the bushbaby’s cry

I could hear the cries
Whose baby is it?
I bet you, the tears
Dropping can fill pits.
In an awkward state
Could it be witches
I reached for my faith…
Praying it all cease
My heart became ice
Froze by many please.

I could hear the cries
Could it be a child
I just could not see..
In darkest of nights
Under the lime tree
Superstitions say
It kills who it sees
In I had to stay
I chose not to be
The brave knight, tonight.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Congratulated

After night, comes dawn
Yes; I lie, I will be fine
Under the footage of grey
And therewith sufferings
Tasted as honey sweetness
In the core of bitterness.
My foot turn cold
Feverish; I shiver
Terrified by the shadows
Crying a river
But something in me says;
Congratulate the moon
The night may be long
But dawn will surely come.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Today’s Missile

Disparity of low and high
Had given me an evil sign

Coming as a million crate
Signalling, will Atiku wait

For the million missiles far…
Kano, Kastina and Kaduna

I know thumbprints do not lie
But, stop counting the ways I die.

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Nigeria: Welcome to Nigeria

Welcome to Nigeria
Where we love our tribe so much
That we let it destroy us.

From twenty-fifteen
She pleaded for a solution
To end the heat and dry bones.

Now; twenty-ninteen
We are to remove bad blood
And infuse a better one

But we kick the doctors,
Run out of facilities
And set it all on fire.

Welcome to Nigeria
Where we love our tribe so much
That we let it destroy us.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Atiku’s Cross

What can the Eastern wind do
What can the Rainforest do
When the heats from the North
Are “dying moistures of hope”
Aided by the center tears
And the broom from West
Fervently sweeping droplets
Falling to dust off dark clouds
Fuming the entire green.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Outcomes

A grey log of wood
Arrogant and rude
Poorest of the rules
Thinking we are fools.

Guess, maybe we are
Foolish, or not far
From being one, thus
We lost facts in us.

Propelling same old
Tall weak, empty head
Who called us lazy
Are we that crazy?

So incompetent
Yet we still thumbprint
For the rigid pole
Spilling bloods in poll.

This is not for fish
Nor broom and hate speech
But I do not like
When Nike is called Mike.

I must have to sleep
Hope the dream is sweet
But do not wake me
If he’s who to see.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The Shells

The cracked Shells has fallen off
From backs of turtles and snails,
And the creatures are happy
“No more heavy loads to carry
No more ugly outward looks”
All these and more they sang.

But Shell couldn’t understand
Why they all spoke so ill of her
The crystals had turned opaque
Until the tortoises snapped back
To reality, and felt true gravity,
Then they understood her values.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Spinster Juice

I envision every lady
Ripe for marriage as a juice;
And as it stands, just as juice
You are; “a sweetness of ritzy”.

I know you are white as snow;
An immaculate untouched forest,
But, endeavor to listen and respect
The romance your toasters show.

Not saying, your legs should spread wide
On a clock, of the nine and three
For men to pluck fruits from a tree
But, just be flexible to rules and bend…

Listen to the sweet sound of love
Feel the breeze in your window
Get your heart a loving pillow
And the spitfire, let it dissolve…

Not all wedges are stumbling blocks
Let love lead you to the glitters
Or you be praying on the altars
For love to come out off the lock.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: 170219

Like fire, demons and hell
Blazing, I often err
Yes, am not an Angel.

Do not worry my dear
Sometimes I may not jell
Or answer the doorbell
The way love stories tell.

But, sharing love’s sphere
In nuptial hills and dell
I will always be there;

Marry me my lover
In you I see clearer
Your love remain sweeter
Than sweetest of sugars.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

February 23, 2019

For rewards of fruits
I will say the truth;
Nothing but the truth

Hello Nigerians
Send on an errand
Mentally sound minds

Not vegetables
Or broken tables
Who aren’t able

To sow seeds today
Or gather some hay
For the better days.

Our chances to become
All that we clamour
Knocks loud at the door,

Please ! do not answer
Bright future dimmers
We can do better.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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