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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

Synecdoche of Current page

The shadows we run from helps us turn
The inherent aptitude, from page to page.

Writing books with no table of content
Just preface gotten from the naming days,

No human can take back the hands of time;
The characters in here are none frictions.

Grey and shadows are our awaiting shelves
Forever young is a pie in the sky.

In life we live, we Author our own book
Writing our own stories on mortal sheets.

Current page is at times the worst page of our books
Though at times, not the case, for those on top the world.

Every day a page turns for next chapter to come
No Author knows the end of his story.

The shadows we run from lives by the grey
An inherent aptitude in our books.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: We are not leopards

Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
School teaches us to compete
But right now, drop the books

The largest black nation
Should be doing better
Drop the competitions
We learnt on chalk and board

It has so misled us
Hence our Nation crumbles
Let us adopt teamwork
For our Nation to grow.

Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
Our poor mentality
Need a speedy u-turn.

The largest black nation
Should be doing better
Stop the awful mortgage
Of our children’s future.

We are not immortals
Night and dawn affect not
Let us make a good use
Of our enormous wealth.

Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
Enough of reoccurring
Painful drawbacks we get.

The largest black nation
Should be doing better,
Not locked and caged inside
Our own stupidity.

For just like charity
That does begin at home;
Our Nation’s growth
Depends so much on us.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Truth by an Angel

Ears in heaven cherishes a singer
Choir’s musicals she gives a soul
She is a wish heaven loves to make.

I heard she dresses like a striper
Displaying her hot cameltoe
Making tonnes to gather at lake.

Her dress sense makes the sun hotter
In black and blue, she lost a role
Suspended from church for burnt bakes.

Yet in her flaws she is better
Than the people I used to know
Going around as a preacher.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The straw that broke a camel’s back

Fallen to floor, there came ladders
Not from paid dues, I used to owe
But from distant shores of strange land
Never flown to, or even know.

No penny, no purse and uglier
Than chimpanzees, well, with good doze
At same time raw like tomatoes;
My strength she pulls by straw she rolls.

The beautiful claws of wonders
Behind her, shows her camel-toes
Yet in her flaws she is better
Than the angels I used to know.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Life on Social Media

My kindred will say; likes cure like,
But not the way you just click like
On all write-ups I do upload
Without reading a single word.

Most times you view with an envy
A fair exchange is no robbery
Scratch mine and yours I will scratch back
Yet you never will follow back.

Roosting peoples updates we see
I am guilty and it scares me
If you have been inside my shoes
You will have a personal clue.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

False battlefields

Life is a complex cable
Connecting possibilities
Goals we chase but blows we get
Taking turns receiving drop jaws
For what do I know, than to say
If you fail, try and try again.

Life is a complex cable
Connecting possibilities
No matter how you try and try
If preparation meets not
With an opportunity
Failure will be inevitable.

Life is a complex cable
Connecting possibilities
Gurus we are, and so we wish
Trying to gain an Einstein’s hairs
Fair enough, nothing ever counts,
In six feet where skulls shall rot.

Life is a complex cable
Connecting possibilities
No man can escape the result
If you attempt cheating death
Warm will turn cold while you realize
Finding success is died in cast.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dead Dream’s Dream

Dreams change the world at large
Hence it chose you to dream and create
Writing new ranges in pages
Of morning dew drops to elate.

More than Seas, tall as hills
Bright as sunlight was future you
Now I see cup of teas
Cracking starlight falling as cubes.

My hopes blew; I told you
To walk away from cold embrace.
I showed you not all new
Dawns bring today in all man’s race.

But the you that you are
Looked for roses elsewhere and flied
Black and blue, blunt and cruel,
He killed you there on dreaming bed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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