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Discovery at Adulthood

We were not poor, we were not rich
We never had a net without a fish
Neither did we have the heaviest box
But what mum prepared satisfied us.

I saw my parents as the world’s richest
For, everyday seem to be harvest
We had not the sharpest tool in shed
But we made memories that never fades.

I was never the sharp knife in drawer
But they inspired me to go on further
All along I felt my dad could buy a jet
And it all a wind chase for many years.

My parents hid the real world from me
They provided all of my dare needs
And never did their struggling face show
Or things they went through so I can glow.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My first two heartbreaks

My first heartbreak came from my father
Who made me wear my bib and tucker
After promising to take me to the end
Only to dodge and drive me round the bend..

My second heartbreak came from my mother
Pressing my wounds with boiling water
I was broken underneath her armpits
I thought she promised not to press it.

But these heartbreaks prepared me for the world
It opened my eyes to see beguiling odds
And how they cloud the gullible brain
Hence, I trust not all calling me sweet names.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

When I was a kid

When I was a kid, I was a kid
Like every other, I had my mischiefs

I soiled myself building mud hills
I placed my fingers in the till

At some point, I picked meat from the pot
Rubbing evidence on my white shirt

Shameful as it is I did bed wet
I told white lies, nodding my head

From mum, I hid wounds without delay
When I bruise my knee from a rough play

Time for silence were my moments
Disturbance seemed to be my talent

Most times from an innovation
It all ended up in destructions

From nothing I still created fields
I jumped down from trees with other kids

I saw things as a piece of cake
Like climbing mountains and swimming lakes

Most times I hate seeking for help
My energy sprung in its own step

When I was a kid, I was a kid!
Now I am a dad, watching my kid.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A reason to die

I don’t need to pull triggers
Even when I am a wild tiger
I don’t need to stretch out claws
To prove it’s sharp on the floor

I don’t need no gunpowders
All I need is a homemaker
Just the type that withstand breeze
And advocate for love and peace.

All hairs can not be long and dark
Hence before I make a remark
I love to see and analyze
And not just jump to criticize

I had taken a million punch,
Only to give out flower bunch
I do things as a diplomat,
But for blood till death, I fight.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Losing touch

Once upon a time, we were blank
Out of an art, experience sank

We had bath and dance in the rain
We cut cakes and acted insane

There was this feeling that we had
Taking us places from our minds

Body to body, current flew
By desire our hearts we drew

Young and agile, fast we ran
Yeah! we felt all can’t was can

Love was fresh, until we forgot
Love we lost and the pains we felt

Time ran fast, gradually we blank
The act and rain water we drank.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blood love

The bond in blood are no close shave
The truth is all I ever crave
And when it does land me to grave
I will be way proud ghosting so brave.

When it comes to family too
I can be caught between two stools
Not from knowledge I was schooled
But following my heart all way through.

There is a bridge I will not cross
If it makes blood to rot and rust
I will not attempt busting gut
Family bonding is all I trust.

If there are treasures to be found
Family is the whole nine yard
With a beautiful magic wand…
Abracadabra… it makes me glad.

Togetherness is bish bash bosh
And at some point there may be ish
But I still wouldn’t move an inch
Family is that, I only preach.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Old television statics

I know before the box got vision
Arena had their own attraction

In my case, we had the village square
Years ago way before I inhaled air.

But I remember, when I was young
Although it isn’t rock age so long

Well, not every home had TV set
The black and white picture was the best,

Each time the signal thus disappears
The white and black random dots appear

Hurting an anticipated lens
Its sounds amplified the night silence

I can not forget in a hurry
It was like snow and garri falling.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Cutting

Adorable in my arms
Adorable how time flies…
Innocent and tender
With poop stinking diapers

Tooth fairy should merry
Rejoicing new entry
So frequent poop arise
Discomfort yet no cries

Panics build up in mum
Over the swollen gums
Where twin erupting roots
Acquires greater feet

The growing incisors
Will cut meats like scissors
Can’t wait for your charm
To show in brand new smile.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Your best annoying friend

Yes, I am a bug
Stretching out the hugs
With annoying words
I value friendship
So I sail the ship
To the best of shores.

I drop the naked lines
Knowing that most times
They are ironic
And better than those
From fake love and foes
You place over me.

Yes, I am a bug
And weigh not among
Those who sweet talk you
But I set the flames
And accept the blames
Just to keep us warm.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

All eyes on us

Smelt with the nose, and eyes to glance
Just like a rose pleasant fragrance
Yet people doubt, if it is love
Driving crazy, fueling the heart
With such cozy all day and night.

While many laugh some dwell in hell
When it is rough and cry as well
Yet there is doubt, could it be love
That dries the tears, and hugs so tight
All through the years, of many sights.

Sort of a must, it involves trust
Like a virus, it infect us
Yet people doubt, if it is love
Seeing through eyes yet seem so blind
Cold like an ice, large chunk to find..

Held by handcuffs despite the fall
When it slips off suicide may call
Yet there is doubt, could it be love
Wood and an axe, defying laws
Burning the wax, brightening shores.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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