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Skimming corruption

Skimming through the surface of Nigeria
Not sporty nor to evade tax but to clean
An old mess, of mindset and corruption

My quest for revival ought to be in a jiffy
But it has turned into an eccentric donkey
And it seems; the sorbent has turned the spill

Do not ask why, do not question my stops
And why skimming has become a snail pace..
But put it on all individuals of my generation.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Wrong

No matter how
You paint
A wrongdoing,
In the right time,
It will always
Come out bad.

So push me away
From your cold arm
Away from your sight
If you can lie
On a lie
Over and over again.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Drone of anticipation

Red shades on the gown she wore
Ushered affection through the door
That we sat nearby like five and six
Driving round town in such a bliss

The rain noticed temperature rose
That it fell slowly to water the Rose
The day was fast in all we did
Alighting with bye, faces we hid…

As we strolled into different homes
“Grin grin…” telephones rang loud
Making love calls that blew the mind
Gifting our hearts all it seek to find

Over phone we talked of tomorrow
Hence I had to wait for it to roll
Before I can grab the bull by its horn
So I slept deep as the moon waxed on

Sweet I dreamt about honey and beehive
Only to wake up at eleven forty five
Thinking the cock had crowed for dawn
But my heart was on anticipation drone.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Cosmic Dust

Big dreams are power,
With such a great wealth
That surrounds the heart,
With a cosmic dust.

Seen as out of space,
Though without regret
For allergies fade,
Beside such a faith…

People may tag it;
“A mental disorder”
Many describe it
As delusion of grandeur”.

Note; brain cells are like
The nuts and the screws
Functioning in trends
To the tune of dreams…

Walk bold in tunnels,
Yield not to panic
“No light at the end…
Megalomaniac..”

Pay deaf ear to such
But keep moving on
Until the unit dust
Condenses to planet…

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Period of my rebirth

If I am to be rebirth
I shall love my destiny
To roam and scout for any
Trace of my present parents

I shall not just travel
To feel the beautiful world
But find an umbilical cord
Deep right inside my cradle.

Before water breaks or flows
I shall love to receive
All their sweet beautiful traits
Genetics and hereditary throws

I hope, they are not stressing
Worrying about my tomorrow
For nine months in a row
While the bumps is growing.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Pray for Plateau

Pray for Plateau
Pray for the faithfuls departed
In a cold blood.
Rain curses on those evil hands
Of men, cursed is the day they were born…

Pray for Plateau
Pray for those slaughtered
If I was God
Roaringly, I will kill the bastards
On the day before they were born.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Slice me if I become a piggy politician

There were once clans of great people
Living by their ethics and spiritual beliefs
All across the River of Niger and Benue
Until amalgamation came to hide the thrones.

Colonial masters united her yet in disunity
Because there is strength in diversity
But people forgot her ethics and divinity
Picking up new fights for Islam and Christianity.

It then seems as if freedom was a mirage
When toy soldiers stepped up with childish mentality
Egocentricity, leading her to war without amenities
Reading the unpublished script of independence

Many innocent flesh fell under the bullets
Indeed the British joined bad to evil outlets
It was in June twelve, nineteen ninety three
Men turned gods and destroyed history…

Democracy they say but the military act
Under the control of pigs called politicians,
Let’s not forget the oil money boom
And how they looted and shipped wealth abroad,

Nigeria was just an innocent sweet girl
Until these bastards raped her so bad,
Now she is lost in a shadow of herself,
I pray she revives and become great again

Until then, should I become a politician
And follow the same evil footsteps of pigs
Call in the butcher to slice my meat
And please when you order do not pay for it.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

How can we be one

Blood pool in the east
Explosions down south
Hausa kill Igbo’s
Herdsmen kill farmers.

There are columns
That turns me off
Each time I am
Filling a form

I so dislike
The religions options
It makes me wonder
Whose God is right…

I so dislike
Columns of origin
And emphasis on
Local government…

Though we have
To identify
Our identity
And our zones

But that is what
The politicians use
To rip us apart
How can we be one?

When we have planted
A mustard seed
For the differences
In religion and tribe.

If you have the power
To correct our wrongs
Please listen to this lament
And cry for a united world.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Our spirits called Africa

We are more than thick short hairs
We are proudly Africans…
Ashamed, not of our colour
For it is our greatest honor.

Connected by the root of trees
Covalently united by our spirits
We are bonds that never dissolve
While aiming at an indefinite limit.

Demonstrating with lots of love
Dancing to the rhythm in our sound
Our spirit would definitely be lost,
If we weren’t an African child.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
-Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Sonnet: Mr. Beneficent

West comes before the east
I know of not many men
Called Mr. beneficent;

He is always pasting list
Of big and small issues…
If you search for his name
You see it at the least…

Humane in character
Philanthropic by nature
Selfless in his thinking
Altruistic in his doings;

Standing deep at the south
Or at the extreme east,
Is where you will find him.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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