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The horn blows loudest
In the city of Lagos
Land of opportunities

No one ever sleeps…
The yellow buses, street hawkers
Crowds arrive to take a chance.

The crazy traffic
Shines its beautiful magics
When lines fall in places as planned

Hustlers will hustle
And still make a low profit;
Clocks tick fast in Lagos town.

Tomorrow comes fast
Without even noticing
Yesterday was even dark…

With crazy rush hour
And the motivations fire;
Lagos life has its stories.

Looking back, at the
Beautiful city, often
Some lag while many progress

Some are saved by ticks
That hides all the ages that pass
While plebs yell; “Lagos… na wa!!!”

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Somonka: Mr. and Mrs. Right

The sun shone out bright
After the flood came washing
Streams into an Ocean
And heart broken emotion
Turned into good erosion.

The past melted the times
When they came breaking the horns
It is dead and gone
The dawning of a new Sun
Mr. and Mrs Right’s turn.

Love is a sweet smell
When ordained, it rise and swell
Never burst as well…
Best men, bridesmaid, ring a bell
For these couples of sweet gel.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


In the radiant of your lights,
We’re one and same spectra;
Having similar spiritual habits
Same sounds, and same drummer.

Snoring alike, we fall asleep
And travel from flesh and bones;
Into same dreams and share of leap,
To know the shape; of our lovely souls.

#10 lines (Somonka) – Cute sharks

You are uncertain;
So brave, so cute and so smart
Dwelling in an ocean…
You see her as a doormat
To empty fake love on her.

Nights you wink at him
With your teeth you draw shadows
And loathe him to dreams,
He loves you, yet you hunt him;
You guys are deceitful cute sharks.

#10 lines (Somonka) – Poetical Diction

You are the love poems
Exceptionally written
In different inks,
In accordance to your smiles;
You are so magnificent…

Adoring faults and spots
Your ravishing lines are chosen
By minds of great poets,
To appreciate your hotness
You’re the diction of a poet.

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