Category Archives: Synecdoche

Tone: Mrs me

Satisfaction is the result
Sandwiching the gigantic cake
That she effortlessly bakes.
These love portions are the sweetest
So authentic far from fake
Someday she has my name to take.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Sauces and pots

In cooking pots,
Her spices and salts
Makes the best sauce.

These cooking pots
Are love enduring
All steams and ashes…

The spices and salts
Are little things
And more she does….

Her sweet sauce is
-Love, seen in us.

Gladdens my heart
Her kind of love
Could rise dry bones.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


If you were born
With a silver spoon

And never sweated
For golds and burgers

Remember those born
Under the poon

Nothing is wasted
Be a helper.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Stepping stones to dive

Patiently, I waited for dews
A million miles from you
The mentality saddens me
Legit jobs, now a mockery…
But that I do on stepping stones
Until I dive into deep blue sea
To become as fresh as fish.

Picking from the bottommost
Treasures of reward at its best
On your fast lane dubiousness
You mock my steps and dryness
Saying I never would quench a taste
But you will unendingly thrust
In the sea of oozing wealth.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Eating flesh, gifting bones

It pains so hard
That we still find
Folks eating sand
In a rich land.
Between parties
Pose such pity
In my city.

Poverty sketch
Hits highest pitch
Those who eat flesh
Gift bones and preach.
It pains so hard
That we still find
Folks eating sand
In a rich land.

Many reach heights
To detach sight
From fingers that
Fed them in past
The beginnings
And forgetting
Humble gardens.

Seems the rich aim
At sending rain
To combat strain,
But make more gain;
And, not to sink
They kick, poor pick
Demeaning rocks
Praising rich folks.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Love has same interpretation

Man :

Me, saw love looking beautiful,
Sense of smell then meliorated,
Soft then hard, excited humdrum
Me, tasted love it was magical
Interpreting, love in her thoughts


Love saw me beautiful looking,
Smell of sense meliorated then…
Harden soft, humdrum excited
Love tasted me, magical it was
Interpreting thoughts in her love.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Raging success

I am taking this road
With or without you,
Pardon me, being rude
But; go and fuck yourself!

Take your bone off my flesh
And my heart out your chest…
Dear, I will still walk through
The path of no return

I know, skulls may have rolled
But what do I stand to loss
If I shake, if I fail
I know I stroke a nail…

I am taking this road
With or without you
Come not picking my pieces
When the saws shreds me up.

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.

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.

©2019 Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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