Hazel’s Diary: I would always be there
Now little Hazel don’t you cry
Dad’s gonna be there all the time
He is your baby sitter, take high five…
Guffawing and chuckling, mess with the flour
Feel free, it is your time and that is for sure
Like a janitor, Dad’s gonna clean up the floor.
You’ve got a super hero in your Dad
That is a reason you no know harm
And forever will be his beautiful charm
But whenever you cross a road,
Busy or not, with or without a load
Always remember your crossing guard.
Now little Hazel, don’t you cry
Daddy’s always gonna be by your side
In the softest part of his heart is where you reside
Worry not about alarms and grounds that may shake
Daddy’s a firefighter he will keep you safe
From any form of eerie flames and shame…
Daddy’s girl worry about not a thing,
He is gonna buy you a diamond ring
And drive you round town, hearing you sing
With the names of your favorite toys and pets
If your pet ever fall sick, gnash no teeth
In dad you’re got the greatest of vets.
Although he is gonna give you all the tools;
That wouldn’t stop him from fighting your battles
He is proudly your watchman and force man too
Don’t you worry when your toys break or tear;
He is also your mechanic, he would repair
In his hats, are rabbits he pulls out to share
Enlightening you on all you need to know,
As your talent coach, your talents shall grow
And as your teacher, your grades shall know no low…
Just think about anything delicious; you got a chef,
A waiter and a baker, in dad and on his shelf
He has the recipes, the very best for your health…
Now little Hazel, hemorrhage may come
Daddy’s gonna be your superb doctor
Healing you, don’t be scared to explore
Life is a river, and if when you swim
In the shallowest or ones filled to brim
Remember, a life guard you have in him.
Now little Hazel don’t you cry
Daddy may not be there all the time
After you’ve recited those nursery rhymes
But as your mail carrier, let it be clear
That you are forever his baby girl
And only good news your ears shall hear
Though everyday you learn new tricks
Dad is the scientist caught up in the mix
Studying all your new discoveries…
They say; what you sow is what we reap,
Daddy is a farmer, you were once his seed
Now a bountiful harvest is all he sees…
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Internet fraudster
While the monkey works vigorously
Baboons are eating voraciously,
There is a growing tribulation,
And a misconception in my generation…
Ever since Karma kicked the bucket,
No repercussion picking pockets
Diabolically they pay rent
To own luxury cars in fleets and private jets.
Considering the raise in hardship,
And the; “make your money, no one cares” clip…
The tiny line between good and bad
Has evaporated; and now, no wrong is found.
The pressure they mount, feeds the lagoon
Sometimes it embraces a silver spoon
Clicking sticky links to cash out quick
All day and night; in my city, they do not blink.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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The underestimated workforce
The sun scorches until the lightening strikes
For daily pay, with or without demanding wives
A manual worker’s life hurts more than a knife
Breaking, mixing and lifting things of heavy fetch
Some pierce through the fibers of an hippo’s flesh
Providing an excruciating pain hitting refresh
A million broken bones; ligaments are torn
I may have no firsthand experience for sure
But I have seen them with my naked eyes endure
The peanut’s sweat and insubordination,
And not to forget, their classification…
Powerless; yet, they are pillars of great Nations.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Dying of laughter
I am happy, I am pleased
Yet, I can’t even breathe
Guffaws not chuckles in bit
Seems I could even die of it…
Hormones grant me no bail
While laughing out for real
Choking on the Joker’s pill
And I can’t unseal the deal…
I am happy, and this so close
To dying of an overdose…
Higher my diaphram goes,
When my laughter gets arouse
I am happy, I am pleased
Rolling on the floor to pits
Air, lungs desperately need
Can’t stop laughing; it is so sweet.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Thanks to all philanthropists
A special thank you to all philanthropists
From east to west and north to south;
Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly
In such sweet serenity before the eyes
We envied their liberty and less worries
Until we became the characters in such stories.
At different stages, challenges comes in different forms
What we make of it matters, as either sadness or fun,
You see these tears, it falls from every eyes
But honestly, if the rich also cry
For the poor, what is there to live for?
A question we asked several times before.
Then our ghetto dirty lives were a truck load of pain
And death a tranquilizer, our wretched breath gain
Even in urban, death is a debt breath pays afterwards
Hence, the street we chose to suffering in this world
On a platter of gold, by you we were served and saved
We owe you our lives and everything we have.
Growing up, we thought of you as some kind of god,
And a creator, redesigning the whole wide world
Eradicating hunger, pains, sorrows, poverty
Sufferings and all forms of deformities.
If only this crazy world had more of you
Sufferings would have been a term we had no clue…
It was right at the junction of lost hope,
Where we had chosen an elevated floor and a rope
And just after tearily reciting our last prayer
Out of the blues came your pull by our shoulders,
From the rose flowers, you pulled out the thorns
Giving us a million more reasons to carry on.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: Happy 1year old
The alleviated pains from cradle to this very day
Has been a bundle of joy, a perfect gift I must say
How fast the hand of time flew, nursing you my Hazel…
This life is indeed no bed of roses, but I promise
To give you everything desire to make you a bliss
Oh!! there goes my ever smiling child, scattering her cake….
In you I see a vine of sweet scenting beautiful flower’s blossom
So watering you, my adorable first fruit, is always awesome
But while on it, I must say, Happy birthday to you, Hazel.
Everything you touch shall indeed turn to gold
You are blessed, success shall locate you in multiple folds
All doors to greatest shall be open for your sake….
Staring at your beauty and bedazzled by your intelligence
They both say, the Angel you are is no coincidence
So grow up, make us proud, happy birthday to you Hazel.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: An Infant hobby
I don’t care
If she picked my growing shoes
Or her mother’s soft healing hands
As long as she is just my happy girl.
I don’t care
If she picked from either sides
Maternal or paternal light
So long she is the best in what she does.
I don’t care
I watch her smile sheepishly,
Humming to songs from the stereo
As if she knows the lyrics to the songs…
I don’t care
About the beats or musician
How did an infant love music
And happens to just love to dance as well.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s Diary: Don’t be scared of the dark
You are our muse, the splendid joy we bear
Caught up in our lives, the love is crystal clear
Before now, to you darkness was never frightening
Neither did you wake up crying over nothing.
Where did you learn to be this scared
I have a message for you… Dear Hazel,
“…If shadows spread tall and wide over at night
It doesn’t mean that it will forever remain like that
Darkest hour is always before the dawn
A spring eternal is how your hope should be drawn
Walk up to us from your room to the parlour
We are your knights in shinning armors
The adage, “Light at the end of the tunnel” is true
And it all begins deep down from you
Laugh and the world would laugh with you
Cry not my dear, all that we got is you.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Hazel’s diary: Hazel you are blessed!
The things you exhibit at this tender age
Would make the world read you page by page
Beauty with brain, a perfect combination
Coupled with your drive and determination
Growing up awesomely is a must
But know that adulthood has its storms
And the blood running through you will see you through;
For we are great achievers, winning is all we do…
Some goals may appear as a blurry mirage
But believing is the secret for success to emerge
And all about rightly developing yourself
Learning from the past and future shelves
In this fast growing world with craves and tastes
Worry not, just be yourself by default you are the best.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Don’t close those eyes
Soon you will be off an infant cloth
And may encounter storms, dust and rust
Some achievements may seem a mirage
Unachievable until success emerge
Some days stale may be crystal clear
And the heart would harbor a million fear
Dear, just like the cows are sometimes farrow
Tomorrow comes with its own sorrows
And joy, though showing forth its negative signs
Cry whenever the sun refuse to shine
But never you loss hope in things you do
The adage, “Light at the end of the tunnel” is true
Darkest hour is always before the dawn
It springs eternal and hits a home run
The suspense it showers deep into life
Doesn’t mean you should forever shut those eyes.
