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Joy in the tears

O the walls are falling down
Even when I smiled or frowned.

A million tears flowing fast,
From emotion and its blast

Trying to fight it so hard
But it flows like the sea kinds.

In touching moments, shed tears
Are weird, but are far from fears

Falling on the cheeks and lips
How the hard nuts lost its grips….

Have you ever had a gush
Running out against your wish?

Not for any form of pains
Neither scars from sticks and canes

Or from any bitter past
But happiness prayed to last

Controlled by our emotions
Flowing fast like an ocean…….

I have, and it felt so great
Bet; you wouldn’t regret it.

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Onyeche, Vincent Onyekachukwu

Everyday Nigerian

Hey! I think it is time to call a spade a spade
Stop pointing fingers on Whites while wearing their shades.
It is not just color but the complexity
Of the thick black wrappers we wrap our fragile hearts.

Heaven’s integrity has lost its bearing
Foetus in womb, now throws bombs, on the internet;
“Yahoo, yahoo”… the first word they learn to pronounce…
Hey! White folks online, will you ever learn to learn?

Everyday a strong Nigerian child is born
Into unfriendly weather, created by those before
Fittest survivals, they all come out blocking wombs
The smarter the baby, greater damage he creates.

Money on the palm, legs up, body on the bed
War began using western education to fight
Against same western education on green soil
The bigger the bloodshed the louder dummies rejoices.

Everyday the Nigerian child gets pregnant
Who is the father? is often a mute answer
The trimesters usually comes as disasters
Like the Nigeria economic the fear hits hard.

Picking up habits, calculating higher odds
Love and nuptial rings, misleading many Angels
Into crude cruel and fatal domestic violence…
Light trips off, the rapist, thieves and murderers win,

The Devil issues cheque; holy lost its holy grill,
Doubting the faith and homily preachers preach
Believing in the dreams and visions far from reach
Innocence seems guilty, pills and dark clouded party,

The bigger the city, the bigger the pity
Known or knowingly the Devil provides aides,
Fashion and nudity is now the reigning thing
Yet stupidity is covering the ass we see.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Finding tracks

We are in abundance
Yet we complain of darkness.

Inside pits, that are shallow;
We hide behind the shadow.

Our melanin we pour ore
Under the hot scorching sun;

Hot-cakes fly like birds, to lands
Where they can be better brands.

Leaving behind, the half baked
To dictate, the give and take,

Talking; whereas, as critics
We bury the beams and rays

Yet we beg for candlelights
From the waxes we burnt out.

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The Hopefuls

Challenges outweighed us
We looked so jobless
Chasing the whirl breeze
Flogged like dead horses,
Our favorite knife
Back stabbed us as life;
Pains became our crew
On us, mucus grew.

Dreams began to lie
But hope did not die
Housed, it paid no rent
It lived in our breath,
It was crystal clear
In our smiles and tears
Pushing us higher
Larger and better.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Secrets to reaching grey

My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm
These days trousers cut across genders
Struggling to fulfill agendas

My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm
This arm is not the anatomy
Neither the spans and weaponry

My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm
In strength and support rendered
By love, family and friends

They are the might in an entity
Fused as power of longevity
My best advice to every man
Is never to ever lose an arm.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Never stop dreaming

Experience is not hermaphrodite
Knowledge in youth is wisdom at old
Who fathers wit, if experience
Is the mother of wisdom ?

Every giant has a building block,
Millions of sands under the rocks
Certain adages are just headlines
Not all eggs laid are fertilized,

Skills are safer when developed
Attempts and experiences tie knots
To become indispensable
Without them, wisdom is stillborn.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sentimentalism

No man owns the great soil we stand
But our bloods are shed on this land
Skulls we count brings hatred to mind
North, South, East and West pick hand.

The golden ball is on your court
Wonder why it is difficult ?
The tender feelings never die
Nostalgia continues to fly.

Brains build an evil monument
One bad thing about sentiment
Is that she writes an alibi
Defending her all actions and

Those of her tribes, sisters, brothers,
Dad and mum, sons and her daughters
Whether they are guilty or not
Exculpation she drops alot.

We all have narratives to share
But do we have to destroy selves
When an atom of peace and love
Would give unity strengthen globe.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A loss to win

Warriors of my motherland
I can see you are well armed
In weapons and in courage
To fight for a dream of age
That will liberate all of us
But what if the dream is false?

What if we were never meant
To go out, head on and fight
But let the bitterness of life
Tear us apart with its knives
Like the farmers do to grass
And the fire burns it to ash

What if the best way forward
Is not bravery but as cowards
For tomorrow to be made better
By the shoot that shall sprout later
From bones and rotten corpses
Liberating all of us.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Hurtful tales of love

The sugary words he made to rhyme
Got her sky high, ground low at same time

Her heart skipped beats; compulsory task
Apples and flowers were all it basked

Fast as flash, there were nothing to hide
Then to open her loving gates wide

Love is a bright light travelling far
Forever to last, perfect to her

Eternal flame winter and summer
Till temptation brought extinguishers

Bitter and sour love began to taste
Undesired, the angels switched faith

Religiously believed; well, she was psyched
It wasn’t love but its look alike.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Maiden of old times (3)

One crazy thing about our obsession
Was that, flash she ran, we saw slow motions
Basking in the euphoria of passion.
Elusive as she dressed, we could draw her
Shapes and curves, singing viva forever
Men, born and unborn would love to wife her.

Her unguilt make babies fight for her womb
Men saying; “I love you”, was like a bomb
Bringing Twilight of the gods on all tombs.
And as she heard, her sweet eyes always hide
We were all fools and love was truly blind
Not now, love is by size of rubber bands.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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