Category Archives: Biography

Angry ghost

Don’t say I am an abominable man
If I die by the swords of an evil man
Dust I return, as an evil ghost reborn

I shall be deaf and blind to buried hatchets
While I torment his lineage with kicking buckets
Until his quickest mileage becomes a casket

I shall love the coward’s crown saved
Cast me not out, I am not a brave
Who believes in the act of forgiveness.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Unrest soul: finding a church

Is it just me?
I have a thing
For past memoir

When I was small
The Sunday church
Was spiritual

I strolled to church
I had this touch
And sense of thrust

Body and soul
Rising to words
The preachers preach

But not anymore
I am all torn
In skeptics pools

As I grew up
I am afloat
In my own faith

Empty to faults
Finding a church
With that feelings

I felt, in time
Backwards I was
A boy, back then

But I am lost
In my own thoughts
Finding a church.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Retiring Poet

If I am to stop writing poems today
I must make sure, I have written
About love, and my unending love
For the unquestionable nature
And an unequivocal culture we share.

I must make sure, I have written
About the identity of human being
The true beautiful African skin
And the attractiveness of all races
That thus grace this small world.

I must make sure, I have written
Praising God and the deities served
For creating things pure and clean
With sexuality to reckon with
As a true phenomenal being.

I must make sure, I have written
All of the memories in my head
Wealth in knowledge and in pockets
Of the family I carved out from it
Down running time; called history.

I must make sure, I have written
About the politicians and politics
The bold lies they love to tell
And the unshamed long nose
That led to many self discovery…

I must make sure, I have written
All about the innocence of a dove
The experience of the sun and rain
And the misunderstand conflicts
And the reasons no one burry hatchets.

I must make sure, I have written
About the realities we term death
And the fake deceits of life
Why male chauvinism hurt wife
Holding spoon we see as jagged knife.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tanka: Dying with honor

Take me above skies
Before all my feathers drop…
On sands I shall lie;
After swapping flaps for flop
Than to die without honor.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Knocking on the door (Iku eka’ozo)

The time
When parents
Is gone…

The time
To knock door
By self
For love
Is come

Ku’ eka. (knock hands)
Ozo… (door)
If you
So truly
Love her!

Of Agbor
Will say:
So we
Are here

We came
For a charm
A Rose
Whose scents
We drink..

En’yi (we)
Racho onyen (came finding someone)
Si’kode (that will)
Bu’ye (give)
Enyi nni. (us food)

These sweet words
The wide
Long door
Is opened

Sweet maidens
Starts to
Take turns

In wrappers
From heads
To toes
Come out

We look
We pick
The one
We chose.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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