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Vincent

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In a starry starry night
Vincent lives without a fright
A time a day, he makes a plan,
For the twinkle twinkle stars
Vincent has quite a big dream
So big that no one belives him,
In the run of a sun sunny day
Vincents’ dreams shine so bright
But dull in a short term sight,
In the swirl of a swirling cloud
Vincent makes a violet haze
But seen as the dimming rays,
An image deflected reflecting eyes
Vincent has a dream of a hot ice
For every innocent African child..

Voice of the youth

The elderly people will say,
The young people are slay,
Too young and so childish
To me that is not an issue
But a damaging piece of evidence
Of the way they are thinking
How old they’re becoming.

In the office yesterday
Where I get pay, pray and play.
An NYSC member walked up to me
Mid age range twenty to twenty-five
Wrinkled, talking like seventy-five
Lacking alertness and anticipation
I laughed all through his conversion…

Not because it was shallow alone
Not because he disregarded a phone
Not because he was poor mentally
Not because his words are my enemy
But because I wish to remain young
To see how this fella’s song
Will be, when he is actually seventy-five.

I am Vincent Onyekachukwu Onyeche

#VoiceoftheYouthlivingin_the_golden_age.

Talking to myself

Title: Talking to myself
Authour:Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

Keywords:

Africa, I, Life, Success And Failure


Theme: Self-Motivation
Contact: WhatsApp (+2347081613455)  Instagram @nyekyvinpella


Hey! I know you are me, from the block
Same black leather, same soil and rock;
But I so don’t get it, in fact you suck…
All I want is a good reward and luck.

Hey! dear me, you are my only limitation
And obviously, my band of admiration;
Swinging from the ink of imperfections;
Scrawling from my mixed reactions.

Hey! I’m talking to you, put me in mind
As you seek intelligence, don’t be blind;
If it grows before it falls, then it is pride
Don’t be overambitious, make me proud.

Hey! life isn’t about bouquet of flowers
Neither about the toilets and showers;
Flushing and cooling my burning desire,
So perk me with an unquenchable fire.

Well good poetry will nourish your heart
Should love melt down, turn off the heat,
Right the wrong, as my defending knight;
Honor and remission; are the ways out.

We have seen through the lies and truth,
Did you plant this troublesome root…?
Don’t waste our carrots on a rabbit’s sight
To make it see clearer than an rivalry cat.

Wisdom isn’t all about going to schools
But about proper use of available tools;
Success isn’t about a perfect pull through
So don’t be scared to fall, dare to rise too.

We should be known, you are my kind,
Spirit and soul, I am your thinking mind;
Hello dear; just dare me, to my dire need
So I set it off, before I leave, this life I live.


By Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Out door vinz

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Vinz & a childhood friend

Vinz & a friend

Vinz and friends

Curious Vinz

Vinz as a Reseacher

VinX

Passionate Vinz

African VinX

Vinz on his chess board

Vinz and very close friends

Vinz the Poet

Vinz and Friend since childhood

Vinz as a Biochemist

Vinz Research

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

I die hard

I go barefoot on the sharp blade of a knife,
Engaging in a fight against the odds of life;
Enjoying breath; lifelong borrowed wife.

My red blood flow forth suddenly in rush,
It excruciate pain; in loudness-cum-hush;
It frighten me; that I gazed up to church.

Scrawling to crucifix, with a rapid breath
Dazzling beats, but as I’m about to quit;
Drops of lost energies in me, refuse defeat.

From no where cometh a mild wet tongue
Rehydrating my kidney, that laid on a rug; 
Regerminating hope that is thick and long,

Reviving my metabolism, back on my feet,
In front of sticks, stones and a combatant;
I die hard! When it comes to push and lift.

Recession

This recession
Has eaten
Deep into me.

Garri I soak
Is expensive;
Now as gold.

Salary earners
Live from
Hand to mouth.

So many
Hands
Jobless and fired.

Happy indepedence
Is really
An irony to hold.

These
Cash challenges,
Never seizes to come.

Poverty
An easy reach
Recession is a bitch.

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