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Frontiersman

Do not tell me to dream big and wide
Especially since you’re not inside my head
Dreams are urges that makes me to cum
It fills the bottomless pit and drums.

Never am I scared of mountains and hills
I chase dreams but dreams keep chasing me
I wait for my moment to shine so bright
Patience is virtue, but the trees fell flat

I will keep on dreaming, chasing a holy fame
Under my nose, wet woods that cheated got blazing flames
The conspicuous consumption life they found
” Keep the change”: has become their favorite word…

All of the beautiful wonders I have fantasized,
Could make breathe great but failed to materialize
Hello, are these my fragile feet on a right track
Should I pump the brakes, take a bow and then retract

Changing my fantasy route, to suit the hustlers
For all the world is crazy, favoring dirty gamers
Submerged in tears, I await heaven’s final judgements
but what if, I mean what if there are no end judgments?

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Talking to baby

Many kicks, many pains to battle
Mummy complains; “please be gentle”.

You make me beat my chest; “am the man”
You are my future number one plan.

Lemme go on to catch a grenade;
Love I got for you will never fade…

Allow good genes translates sweet berries
A future without you is barren…

Can’t wait to hear you call me daddy
Call mummy too, she is gladden.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Spinsterhood

Heard you’re scared
Of being single
And so desperate
Hence want to mingle.

Menopause is coming
Any man, you pray..
Sister, a fretting care,
Turns hairs to grey.

Angel or Demon
To you, ring assures
Desperate times calls
Desperate measures

I wish you see,
The bigger picture…
Wedding in haste
Is repent at leisure.

Take your time sister
Till ring and rose find you;
There are soulmates
For everyone; dear sister.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Axle Sonnet

Mum missed her visitor for a week
Then first trimester came in so quick.

Although with vomiting and fever
Not your fault, so don’t you bother.

Daddy can’t wait to hold your arms
Tiny five fingers and cradle charms.

You are the gift that completes his pack
Your cool heartbeat kept pulling him back.

So intrigued at your mother’s big round pot;
The new sweet look that she did begot

Gaining weight and looking beautiful
Although in pains, till day she births you.

Mummy can’t wait to push the axles
So prepare for contracting muscles.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Man’s gift and joy

Children are gifts
and a joy to man
Growing in the womb
like plants in farm.

Stretching they kick
walls of mother’s sack
Their echoing heartbeats
pulls daddy back.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Does being good pay?

A bad penny always turns up..
I once believed, bad trees do not
Yield good apples, but I was wrong
When I saw men disturbing peace
Breaking black pipes, blowing up streets
Fetching from the National cake.

I saw “Malams”, apprehending men
Slitting sacrificial lambs,
Terrorizing the governments.
I saw folks, blending in dark bushes
Joining the gangs causing havoc;
The type that makes the Devil proud.

Funnily, those we call miscreants
Are to governments, faithful ants
To keep them hush, they grease their palms
Flying them out as amnesty
Coming back, they even contest
Dictating for governance.

But here we are as good people
Eating the scraps and leftovers
Of the miscreants who live large.
Good conscience may be good pillow
Certainly not in our headless
Societies, with so much unrest.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Vanquished brutally

The riches of the world, makes me humble
Yet, a new week brings a new fumble;
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.

Thought I had substance, till devil prized me
Sheepishly am rigid up to my kneels
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.

In hot pan but the wax refuse to melt
Obviously most wax gained many regrets
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.

The battle is lost in eyes of soldiers
Hence, I often look over my shoulders
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.

Inside me rage builds ready to explode
Heavy heart, yet loads comes in like a flood
Sticking like a glue, blowing like a storm
It seems like, my village people won.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Underdeveloped

To get a cash cow, bend and take a bow
That we did, till now; we have been at a spot

Stagnant like the lakes, our roots seems to shake
New sprouts overtakes, not that we are lost

Neither do we not know which way to go…
But seas fail to flow while dark seems to glow.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Hypocritical

Please give them a job
You say no, taking all
Unemployment rise
Same underemployment

For greener pasture
Even our vulture
Fly off to foreign soils
Moral defendants

I heard the po po
Are after our sons
For the menace they
Commit in successions.

And with a peanut,
Cops shut a mouth
Flashing rubber bands
Laws reclaim a sight…

While we debate on
Who have more funds
They broke more grounds, on
U.S. most wanted list…

The internet scam
We encouraged
We now pretend
Shackling their hands.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Standing on time bomb

No parachutes, down I fell
Into the hot pit of hell

Roasting up in everyday
On the queue to better days

Sadly, I am the laughing stock
But I do not give a single fuck!

Against all odds, with an aim
To have success, my name to claim

Under lit candles I bent my neck
Hoping the sky will give me a perk

But the blurred dark cloud extended
Turning lionhearted to an hen,

If you were me, what will you do
When legit fails to pay the dues.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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