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Discovery at Adulthood

We were not poor, we were not rich
We never had a net without a fish
Neither did we have the heaviest box
But what mum prepared satisfied us.

I saw my parents as the world’s richest
For, everyday seem to be harvest
We had not the sharpest tool in shed
But we made memories that never fades.

I was never the sharp knife in drawer
But they inspired me to go on further
All along I felt my dad could buy a jet
And it all a wind chase for many years.

My parents hid the real world from me
They provided all of my dare needs
And never did their struggling face show
Or things they went through so I can glow.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My first two heartbreaks

My first heartbreak came from my father
Who made me wear my bib and tucker
After promising to take me to the end
Only to dodge and drive me round the bend..

My second heartbreak came from my mother
Pressing my wounds with boiling water
I was broken underneath her armpits
I thought she promised not to press it.

But these heartbreaks prepared me for the world
It opened my eyes to see beguiling odds
And how they cloud the gullible brain
Hence, I trust not all calling me sweet names.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

When I was a kid

When I was a kid, I was a kid
Like every other, I had my mischiefs

I soiled myself building mud hills
I placed my fingers in the till

At some point, I picked meat from the pot
Rubbing evidence on my white shirt

Shameful as it is I did bed wet
I told white lies, nodding my head

From mum, I hid wounds without delay
When I bruise my knee from a rough play

Time for silence were my moments
Disturbance seemed to be my talent

Most times from an innovation
It all ended up in destructions

From nothing I still created fields
I jumped down from trees with other kids

I saw things as a piece of cake
Like climbing mountains and swimming lakes

Most times I hate seeking for help
My energy sprung in its own step

When I was a kid, I was a kid!
Now I am a dad, watching my kid.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A reason to die

I don’t need to pull triggers
Even when I am a wild tiger
I don’t need to stretch out claws
To prove it’s sharp on the floor

I don’t need no gunpowders
All I need is a homemaker
Just the type that withstand breeze
And advocate for love and peace.

All hairs can not be long and dark
Hence before I make a remark
I love to see and analyze
And not just jump to criticize

I had taken a million punch,
Only to give out flower bunch
I do things as a diplomat,
But for blood till death, I fight.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blood love

The bond in blood are no close shave
The truth is all I ever crave
And when it does land me to grave
I will be way proud ghosting so brave.

When it comes to family too
I can be caught between two stools
Not from knowledge I was schooled
But following my heart all way through.

There is a bridge I will not cross
If it makes blood to rot and rust
I will not attempt busting gut
Family bonding is all I trust.

If there are treasures to be found
Family is the whole nine yard
With a beautiful magic wand…
Abracadabra… it makes me glad.

Togetherness is bish bash bosh
And at some point there may be ish
But I still wouldn’t move an inch
Family is that, I only preach.

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The fleshes and bones of mothers

The crazy wild thoughts of a young girl
Would paint her to grey as hot as hell
Till dawn birth new phase called motherhood
Mentality clinch unlikelihood
Of returning back to as it were
Before the balloon was blown to swell

Respect mothers both in light and dark
Try to feel scars and web of stretch marks,
Rags she wears for her kids to look nice
Blooming, embarking on trips called life
Hold her scalp and extra fats she gained
Then you will understand abysmal pain.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Condolence for injustice

Everyday birth news
That suddenly let loose
Same forms of pain and tears
Experienced all these years…

Wish our generations
Would end the corrosions,
Of crimes and injustices
To lift peace that entices…

And join us together
As parts of each other
Enough of condolences
Begotten from violence.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: The Frontliners

We all ought to copy a good example
From the selfless services that never prattles
When stuttering riffles, rapidly rattles
Taking shots for humanity in battles
That comes in various forms like balls in skittles
Knocking down breadwinners leaving no bottles
But just sour bitter tears in a teakettle.

Through dottles the Nation swallows her spittle
The devastation can never be bottled
But their offices are replaced while they whittle
Into narrow coffins holding their mettle
Most times their homes become a tent dismantled
But couldn’t they have left behind a castle ?
Sacrifices like theirs are far from a guttle.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Admiring you

With radiance of a sun
crystal like an ice,

Conspicuous to those
with or without both eyes…

Innocent and tender
well wrapped in my hands

Till you get satisfied,
I will have no crumbs

The rains, winds, snows and
thunders may come as storms

Wherever you go
fairweather must conform…

In my eyes, you stay little
hope you were told,

The gods respects
the rare beauty you behold

Like ice on a cake, things you
touch will turn to gold.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Time is indefinite

Today began from twelve
Tomorrow the same twelve
We live in time, a dream
Rolling camera’s film

Yesterday the Sun rose
Shining light on the road
Today, when summarized
Is same as analyzed…

Many of my mates grew
While I searched for my shoes
Could it be that my plans
Were broken like brittle glass

Thought I wouldn’t pull through
But little did I know
Time is indefinite
No one is ever late.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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