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Darling Mom

I love my mom, she is kind and caring
She never sells ices to the Eskimos
Instead she provides, our meaningful needs
We aren’t the richest but we never starved.

Running from medications and hot water
Every time we had an injury, innocently
We hide it from her, but eventually
She always have a way of finding out…

She isn’t just a provider or an observer
Neither is she just another doctor
But she is a protector and a teacher,
The pillar of the home, she is a lioness!

Each time we err, she corrects our wrongs
And sings sweet songs applauding our right
Though most times she wears the scary look
It made bad neighbours not to mess with us…

Behind her straight unsmiling face, you will see
She is the sweetest and most caring mom
When nervous like a cat on hot tin roof
My mom would make you conquer those fears

And when frightened by anything or anyone
Run to her, and hide just behind her back
She is a superwoman, when she is home,
We are rabbits in the headlights that do not think.

Even as her sons marry their queens, and
Her daughters are leaving to another home,
Tongues would forever crave her delicious meals….
Oh! What would we have become; without our darling mom.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rude Awakening

The beautiful sky, the cool breeze
The twinkling stars, and sunlight
Refreshing water, delicious meals

The meme of science and discovery,
The great artifacts and all wonders
Unique organisms, the hills and trees

The intrigue of sleep, refresh awake
The weightlessness of play,love and laughter
An amazing family, sweet friendships

The fog, mist, snow, rain we see and feel
The odors and sweet fragrance we smell
The sounds and pleasures we hear and feel

Always gives me a rude awakening
I just have to accept the fact that,
A day shall come, when we will all be gone.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Vale of tears

At times I think I am strong
Then a touching moment comes
And suddenly begins to prove me wrong
Slowly;
The stream of tears meets the rock
In my heart that never shakes
Sometimes I try to avoid eye contact
Slowly;
The ice eventually melts
Reducing my strength to tears
Crying rivers and immeasurable lakes.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Shredding Shield

I grew up reciting the motto of Nigeria
Unity and faith; peace and progress…
Now unity is threatened by our faiths and believes
While peace and progress have both gone to voicemail.

There was this pleasure I derived from drawing
Our Coat of Arm, encoding natural resources
By shading shield black to symbolize our rich soil
Which ought to be our blessings but now, our greatest curse.

There was this satisfaction I got inhaling fragrances
From the abundant flowers that symbolized our beauty
Damn, we are gorgeous! but those days are gone
Ever since the shield broke and flowers began to wither.

There was this confidence I had while growing up
I felt super secured in the pockets of two wings.
Please did you see the Eagle that stood for our strength?
Not these shredded weak feathers falling off from the top.

There was this pleasure I derived from staring
At our great Coat of Arm, I craved to ride on
The left and right horses that symbolized our
Pride and dignity but now, the craving is in the grave.

I grew up admiring the mark on the shield
Which symbolized two great flowing Rivers
That met at a centre, that once upon a time held
The great and mighty; Nigeria, until things fell apart.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Fairweather friends

Happy like a dog with two tails
Jumping around bond bosom trail
For a friend I always bend the rule,

A million friends and a million brew
Not even one, when the storm grew
Could help or aid my breakthrough.

I’ve been bruised and shackled in pools
By drowning friends, I tried to pull
After all that, I stayed as a fool

I thought the door swings in two ways
During the thick, thin and wrinkles
A lot of my friends forgot my name.

Be careful of the friends you make
Some are mosquitoes by the lake
Hanging around to always take.

Many are nothing but a green snake
You can learn from my mistake
All stretched hands, are not for handshakes.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The case of tomorrow

Tomorrow is a lady
Gorgeous and attractive
To have her, I have to create a plan
Living life like, it is my last
For her, I rise at sunrise
And at sunset, need teaches a plan.

I have open doors, hoping
To know tomorrow better
But she shows me a purse of pauper
Empty, when I welcome her,
At times she is a stone throw
But in reality she is farther.

No one has ever touched her
She must be a sweet virgin
In my dreams her hot image is shown
At sunrise, she disappears
Yet, I heard she is pregnant;
Till the time when her fruits will be known.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Face of fear

I so love
to spread my wings
Wearing courage
while I swing.

I may bend
but can not break
Wearing courage
when I shake.

I nosedive
but try to keep
Wearing courage
while I slip.

I stick needles
in my eyes
Wearing courage
is a prize.

I am a lion
brave and strong
wearing courage
all day long.

I embrace
my worst demons
Wearing courage
and they run.

I try again
when I fail
Wearing courage
over ails.

I have one rule;
“no regrets !”
Wearing courage
like a shirt.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

City’s best days

We are real people heated by tantrums
Sweating heavily, like we do to rums…
We have tasted hell, we dwell in storms
Sailing towards stars we wish to become.

Moving at our pace, we got no fancy cars
But we construct roads with our sweats as tars
Aiming for moons by shooting at the stars
At sunset, we all gather at lounge and bars;

Pouring drinks into intoxicating glass
Dancing and forgetting about the grass
Sharing experiences and evaluating plans
Gaining wisdoms and getting high at last

We are everyday people that often frown-
-At our jobs: everyday we are taken down
But, we do not take off the painful crown;
Nights and weekends, are our best in town.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The mental chains

It is difficult being a man!!!!
Time and seasons, I do respect
Avoiding the spills and the stress
Using tricks failure thought success.

I put blames on another clan
Accusing them for all my flaws
Even when obviously my claws
Were the ones at fault breaking laws.

Though my body and mind are one
We have never been on same page
No matter how we try on stage
We always forget our real image.

I no longer believe I can
Evade the spills and move further
Because my chains are far stronger
Than their weakest links and binders.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Kiss me, I am 32

Life has been so well behooved
Its wonders are still that I crave
Guarding ways for grey to pave
Walking through evading graves

Life made childishness to cave
As birthdays keep rolling like waves
I pray for longevity to behave
I pray for grace in this new age.

Life has given me a beautiful stage
Let’s lit the party and go rampage
I am so happy for this new page
Thirty two years of sweet vintage.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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