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Twice Broken: Tears of Adedamola

Have you seen my Enyinanya !
His heart is where my life lies
Supplier of stomach butterflies
Nanya is the air I breath
My sugarplum, so I thought….
Until clogs fell off my eyes.

I went through hell for him
I drained my blood for him
The love I showed was extreme
Loving the rhythms in his hymns
A fugitive I became for him
And an enemy to my family…

For his flight, I gave him feathers
And medicines when he shivered
All I saw was love not obvious blunders
We were meant to be stupid together
And not the type of friends and lovers
That come around only in fair weather.

Through thick and thin he vowed to stay
Assuring me to watch my head and tail
Praying that God should copy my clay
And gift us a beautiful Angel some day
Yet he chose to go the other way,
My love and our bump he betrayed…

All I became was a vase of regret
With tall shadows of the past
Building large tents in my heart
I have forever chosen to detest
And will never forgive nor forget
The beast I once loved and lost!

I was broken mentally to bones
Nine months gone all alone
Happy I made me a clone
A beautiful Princess for a throne
But each time I look at her eyes
The hate of Nanya shows up in my heart!

I was nothing but a pregnant cloud
All seasons, I cried out loud
Compelling God to take my life
Staring at her while holding a knife
I wondered what would become of her
Putting her in the way of harm…

It is like I hibernated in a hole
She gave me a reason to pick up hoe
For the morrows I bent to sow
But today dies before tomorrow
Sprouting forth from sorrows
And the wet tears in my pillow

Not pillow but precisely
Rags and cartons beside me
Gathered under the bridge
And sometimes found digging ridge
If suffering ever had a badge
I was its school of knowledge

No roof over our dirty heads
But claws of pain left as scars
Inside and outside of me;
I am Adedamola but where is,
The crown mixed with riches?
ijiya!!!!

Now I am not talking about love
But a life hijacked to solve
Most times we had pots and stove
With no food, but where do I go?
When all I know and,
The road home forbids me!

I know that a rose that lost it pedals
Can bloom again but my hopes are decayed
And gone to the great beyond…
If my reality is a scary dream
The dreamer will pass on
Way before he tries to scream

If only I could turn back the hand of time
I would have skimmed off long time ago
And now the pain I have to forever bear
Is an utterance that ends with a hiss
Being a victim in an accident scene
Nanya the driver and Kiki casualty.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Caduceus and sawbones

I have tried to fix the broken allure
And was the only one obeying the laws
I have had hopes in hopeless times
I guess this place is not of mine..

Now I hear the calls of the white rain
And the cravings of my hot vein
I know all that the ancients say
About the hunter that lost his way

It isn’t worth it, if it leaves my hand
So worryless of that I left behind
To catch the horse, follow the neigh
Truth is bitter, this city is a fray

No disrespect to my background
But I rather my own kind of way
Not dancing underneath the sun
Whereas my destiny loiter in soil.

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Onyeche Vincent Onywkachukwu

Beyond sane minds

There are people 
who are crumbled
Gone bananas
losing marbles

Seeming normal
but in a mess
Each time their mind
is put to test

Some are nutty
as a fruitcake
And may not know
Is all it takes

There are people
with ropes and knifes
Guns and poisons,
taking their lives

Some are confused
so lost within
Some regular
with wetting chins

See, life is hard
there ain’t no doubt
But in the dark,
mind is the light

And ought to be
A docile sea
Where storms may come,
But wait and see

For droplets lost
will be renewed
And even when
you’re feeling blue

Fallen to pieces,
Or ship capsized
Do not think of
shutting those eyes

Should you be a
giver of pain
I guess you have
to change that name

Not all insane
roam in the streets
Help those you see,
regain their sights.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Jars of scars


A round of applause for my skin
That tells of places that I’ve been
The pinching pains witnessed and seen
As an adult and as a teen

Battles I won and didn’t win
Are fulcra of my flapping wings
I’ve been battered by troubled seas
Lost my feathers and lost my fins

Scratched by tiggers, smoked by kilns
Picking stains that can’t be cleaned
I’ve lost my nails in quaking scenes
Under the bridge is where I’ve been…

I’m a board of bruise and blisters
Gotten from sharks and accipiters
I’ve swam in the deadliest waters
Precluding weights on my shoulders

Shedding sweats and making blunders
I’ve bled on all stones and flowers
Even on same spots and corners
That gave me scars I remember

Round of applause for the monster
Who happens to be a painter,
I see him now as a teacher
And judge him not by his cover…

Lessons I learned from all my scars
Are never the same in my jar
Not even an exploding maar
Or scars firm as harmattan cheddar

Wider than oceans or dark as tars
Can stop me from loving these scars
Outward or within, low or high
On the verge of life’s draining bars

I don’t care if a trocar
Comes plucking off all I garnered;
A life lived without scars and chars
Is like being a stringless guitar.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

vamoose

From an elusive concept
Of an abusive romance
I prefer clean pairs of shoes
Shown, than the blood from a fool.

How they both had butterflies
In their stomachs, I know not
But from afar I saw lights
And its sparkles shined so bright.

Coming from hearts, with just flight
And hormones that felt alright…
Now the sparks comes from the files
Sharpening blades of their knives

While those hormones excited
Are great sadists by neglects,
“I hate you” they now recite
Picking bruises, all day and night

Ring that binds can be untied
So walk out, for sake of life
There are an unending lists
Of late plebs, who stayed in it

People smile and giggle too
In same love that involves two
Kindly show clean pairs of shoes
You deserve happiness too.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Breathless Desire



Floating on a broad dimension
Drowning at the smell of portion
Can it be straight; ray motions?

Because I can’t comprehend
Why beginnings seem like an end
Heebie-jeebies! it freeze or bend

Even when tested by distance
Lightening may not stand a chance
Traveling farther in a glance

But like dragonfly with six legs
That can not walk; and square pegs
In round holes, there goes the lungs

On pins and needles, getting high
Seeing the apple of an eye
So breathless, becomes of her.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lost in void

Stay focus no matter what
Posterity is a needle eye
Only the right and just
Would eventually pass through,

No matter the circumstances
Wrong is wrong and it is
As big as an elephant…
But, how can I stay on course

When an impeccable carnage
Of distraction keeps hovering
With a million booby traps
Over me from page to page,

Hunting my mental health and
Making me a caricature while
An Elephant passes through
The tiny eye of a needle.

The masquerades no longer dance
To tones in the market square
But to the vibrations of money;
No wonder my soul left my flesh

Distancing itself from my falls…
And the shames of the cruel worms
In my stomach drumming and
Releasing hits songs back to back…

How can I stay on course
Paddling in a troubled sea
Misled by credible wind of sail
And a devoted broken compass,

Into a world of negative trends
Where every wrong is praised
And right is stoned to death
Or possibly aborted before birth…

How can I! When I am startled
In the dark, by my own shadow,
And a voice within me that echoes
My failures every break of dawn.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Red orange Delilah

Heaven may see through my corrupt thoughts
And the point where my conscience got burnt...

Until it sees a beauty with grace and elegance
Making a statement; fall or take a chance...

Heaven may erase my name from the book of life
But I await the judgement after my demise

For there is a perspective of sin I have seen
That justifies impermissible carnal sin.

Heaven knows that even immortals
Can't take their stainless eyes off her

Her body configuration do not hide
The amazing workshop where God's craft abide

Heaven knows that her skin is as soft as a wool
Red orange Delilah meant for Samson's Waterloo...

I know in heaven my thoughts are condemned
But with her, I would rather stay as damned.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The lady man

I know of a dark lady
Who is such a darling
She isn’t that stainless
But she is the sweetest of goddess

She makes the sun shine
And gives sweet taste to a wine,
She is to affection a magnet
Impeccably perfect.

She dignifies her skin
With such kindness within
Staying golden and true
Indeed, her kind is few…

She speaks so smoothly
Creating that heavenly
Environs of pleasure
No mortal can measure…

She has her own scars
But it doesn’t deter
Her magnanimity
To help communities…

Although her skin is dark
Her heart of gold never lacks
Love rainbow and tender care blend
Showering down to never end.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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