Brother D.U

Tall, handsome, exceptional brain,
At an early age he was the wave
Creativity, many lives he saved
Greatness was his just to claim…
Nothing could rain on his parade
His future was bright to never fade
A great lecturer he soon became
Suddenly the loom interlace swayed
I thought it was his introvert way
And he never sailed the deranged way
But he feared not, nothing to stop having,
Nor to gain, he was lost in his haven.
Though he roams not on the street
Neither does he look like a freak…
Mere seeing him, he may seem stable
Until you drop a gist on his table…
Nothing hurts most than living yet dead
Surrounded yet dwell in loneliness bed
There are lots like brother D.U,
Incase you never had a clue
Mental health is an important thing
For every time I take a look at him
It leaves me with an enormous pain
How do you fix a mind gone insane?
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Twice Broken: Tears of Adedamola
Have you seen my Enyinanya !
His heart is where my life lies
Supplier of stomach butterflies
Nanya is the air I breath
My sugarplum, so I thought….
Until clogs fell off my eyes.
I went through hell for him
I drained my blood for him
The love I showed was extreme
Loving the rhythms in his hymns
A fugitive I became for him
And an enemy to my family…
For his flight, I gave him feathers
And medicines when he shivered
All I saw was love not obvious blunders
We were meant to be stupid together
And not the type of friends and lovers
That come around only in fair weather.
Through thick and thin he vowed to stay
Assuring me to watch my head and tail
Praying that God should copy my clay
And gift us a beautiful Angel some day
Yet he chose to go the other way,
My love and our bump he betrayed…
All I became was a vase of regret
With tall shadows of the past
Building large tents in my heart
I have forever chosen to detest
And will never forgive nor forget
The beast I once loved and lost!
I was broken mentally to bones
Nine months gone all alone
Happy I made me a clone
A beautiful Princess for a throne
But each time I look at her eyes
The hate of Nanya shows up in my heart!
I was nothing but a pregnant cloud
All seasons, I cried out loud
Compelling God to take my life
Staring at her while holding a knife
I wondered what would become of her
Putting her in the way of harm…
It is like I hibernated in a hole
She gave me a reason to pick up hoe
For the morrows I bent to sow
But today dies before tomorrow
Sprouting forth from sorrows
And the wet tears in my pillow
Not pillow but precisely
Rags and cartons beside me
Gathered under the bridge
And sometimes found digging ridge
If suffering ever had a badge
I was its school of knowledge
No roof over our dirty heads
But claws of pain left as scars
Inside and outside of me;
I am Adedamola but where is,
The crown mixed with riches?
ijiya!!!!
Now I am not talking about love
But a life hijacked to solve
Most times we had pots and stove
With no food, but where do I go?
When all I know and,
The road home forbids me!
I know that a rose that lost it pedals
Can bloom again but my hopes are decayed
And gone to the great beyond…
If my reality is a scary dream
The dreamer will pass on
Way before he tries to scream
If only I could turn back the hand of time
I would have skimmed off long time ago
And now the pain I have to forever bear
Is an utterance that ends with a hiss
Being a victim in an accident scene
Nanya the driver and Kiki casualty.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
His heart is where my life lies
Supplier of stomach butterflies
Nanya is the air I breath
My sugarplum, so I thought….
Until clogs fell off my eyes.
I went through hell for him
I drained my blood for him
The love I showed was extreme
Loving the rhythms in his hymns
A fugitive I became for him
And an enemy to my family…
For his flight, I gave him feathers
And medicines when he shivered
All I saw was love not obvious blunders
We were meant to be stupid together
And not the type of friends and lovers
That come around only in fair weather.
Through thick and thin he vowed to stay
Assuring me to watch my head and tail
Praying that God should copy my clay
And gift us a beautiful Angel some day
Yet he chose to go the other way,
My love and our bump he betrayed…
All I became was a vase of regret
With tall shadows of the past
Building large tents in my heart
I have forever chosen to detest
And will never forgive nor forget
The beast I once loved and lost!
I was broken mentally to bones
Nine months gone all alone
Happy I made me a clone
A beautiful Princess for a throne
But each time I look at her eyes
The hate of Nanya shows up in my heart!
I was nothing but a pregnant cloud
All seasons, I cried out loud
Compelling God to take my life
Staring at her while holding a knife
I wondered what would become of her
Putting her in the way of harm…
It is like I hibernated in a hole
She gave me a reason to pick up hoe
For the morrows I bent to sow
But today dies before tomorrow
Sprouting forth from sorrows
And the wet tears in my pillow
Not pillow but precisely
Rags and cartons beside me
Gathered under the bridge
And sometimes found digging ridge
If suffering ever had a badge
I was its school of knowledge
No roof over our dirty heads
But claws of pain left as scars
Inside and outside of me;
I am Adedamola but where is,
The crown mixed with riches?
ijiya!!!!
Now I am not talking about love
But a life hijacked to solve
Most times we had pots and stove
With no food, but where do I go?
When all I know and,
The road home forbids me!
I know that a rose that lost it pedals
Can bloom again but my hopes are decayed
And gone to the great beyond…
If my reality is a scary dream
The dreamer will pass on
Way before he tries to scream
If only I could turn back the hand of time
I would have skimmed off long time ago
And now the pain I have to forever bear
Is an utterance that ends with a hiss
Being a victim in an accident scene
Nanya the driver and Kiki casualty.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Amaryllis

Beauty of a peacock, an immortal luck
The carnation in ample of an apple
And a sparrow of the Cupid’s arrow.
Soft like fur yet a tiger’s claw
Conjuring orchid from the air you breath
I must say; blessed be the day you were born
Behold! No entity has ever seen such a soul.
You are a mix of Heather and Rose
An Aphrodite’s seashell is that you hold
Time will fly, and the fox skin may fold
But, your beauty will forever remain like the sun above!
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Welcome son (Ehi’yem’ofe)

The gate was dilating
Ten fingers were waiting
To unwrap the present
The Lord God hath sent...
Twenty twenty two,
The date was twentieth
That night, Angels sang
The sweetest of melodies.
Tangential at its best
The clock slowly ticked
Tumult and pains intensified
Till quarter past twelve
Ten centimetres attained
Ten tactical fingers partook
The Apple tree whirled
Torrid but kept on pushing...
Tranquility swung by briefly
Turning tension into sugar,
The cry for life was heard
There were nothing paid in exchange!
Tidied up by the midwives
There were no tags attached
Therefore, call him 'Ehiyemofe' !
The Lord hath freely given.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
The era of mist

About a white greenish flag;
Symbolizing endowment
Meant to be inherited…
Soil, air and underground
Blessed with the best ever found
Trenches infantry was born
And to die for its honor,
All the edges are bloodstained
Heroes past will be ashamed
By each dawn, we sink deeper
Catching cruise with the fever…
Patriotism must stay green
Ultimately, I agree
But the love, the strength and faith
I ought to serve with is late.
Looking at the lofty bags
And millions of dirty rags…
Promises float high like mists
We can see but never reach
The suffering in the land
Has totally gone out of hand
Yet we sell our votes and soul
To the bloody dirty pol…
Birthright they claim while they rep
Deaf they play and never help
Corruption trends without fear
Gulping now and future share
At times I wish I could brag
About a white greenish flag;
But I have lost faith and hope
In both the old and the whelp.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachuwkwu
Caduceus and sawbones

I have tried to fix the broken allure
And was the only one obeying the laws
I have had hopes in hopeless times
I guess this place is not of mine..
Now I hear the calls of the white rain
And the cravings of my hot vein
I know all that the ancients say
About the hunter that lost his way
It isn’t worth it, if it leaves my hand
So worryless of that I left behind
To catch the horse, follow the neigh
Truth is bitter, this city is a fray
No disrespect to my background
But I rather my own kind of way
Not dancing underneath the sun
Whereas my destiny loiter in soil.
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Onyeche Vincent Onywkachukwu
Waiting for sunsets

The cock may crow
at the break of dawn
hopeful we are for,
tomorrow’s sun…
There are times I
think about leaving
and where I will be
lost in my sleep
On the thin ice
we are all waiting
like an employee,
for that we reap…
On our payroll
is the same caption:
saying; “when I call,
don’t be stunned“.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Patience of death

I am astound
by its composure;
cool, calm and collected
it consumes treasures…
On a daily,
against it, I bet
slowly making hay
before the sunset
Hey! judge me not,
we all are gamblers
staking differently
hoping to gather!
You’ve guessed right,
in this game of card
we all want to win
and not say; “last card”
Gazing at our doors
frozen death must feel,
waiting like a dog
to tell an ordeal.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
On your sickbed

Wish I knew tricks
evading the demise
before it knocks,
it is you I will hide,
breaking shadows and scythe
right here on earth.
I wish I had
firsthand information
of He who baked
all breath, and the oceans
I would come proposing
on your behalf…
I wish I had
powers to control time,
I shall rewind
timelines right on my palm
solving your health issues
will be my aim…
I wish I had
power to heal the sick
and not just shed
tears, through the thin and thick
watching you go
grey there on a sickbed.
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu