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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

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

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

Beyond sane minds

There are people 
who are crumbled
Gone bananas
losing marbles

Seeming normal
but in a mess
Each time their mind
is put to test

Some are nutty
as a fruitcake
And may not know
Is all it takes

There are people
with ropes and knifes
Guns and poisons,
taking their lives

Some are confused
so lost within
Some regular
with wetting chins

See, life is hard
there ain’t no doubt
But in the dark,
mind is the light

And ought to be
A docile sea
Where storms may come,
But wait and see

For droplets lost
will be renewed
And even when
you’re feeling blue

Fallen to pieces,
Or ship capsized
Do not think of
shutting those eyes

Should you be a
giver of pain
I guess you have
to change that name

Not all insane
roam in the streets
Help those you see,
regain their sights.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Jars of scars


A round of applause for my skin
That tells of places that I’ve been
The pinching pains witnessed and seen
As an adult and as a teen

Battles I won and didn’t win
Are fulcra of my flapping wings
I’ve been battered by troubled seas
Lost my feathers and lost my fins

Scratched by tiggers, smoked by kilns
Picking stains that can’t be cleaned
I’ve lost my nails in quaking scenes
Under the bridge is where I’ve been…

I’m a board of bruise and blisters
Gotten from sharks and accipiters
I’ve swam in the deadliest waters
Precluding weights on my shoulders

Shedding sweats and making blunders
I’ve bled on all stones and flowers
Even on same spots and corners
That gave me scars I remember

Round of applause for the monster
Who happens to be a painter,
I see him now as a teacher
And judge him not by his cover…

Lessons I learned from all my scars
Are never the same in my jar
Not even an exploding maar
Or scars firm as harmattan cheddar

Wider than oceans or dark as tars
Can stop me from loving these scars
Outward or within, low or high
On the verge of life’s draining bars

I don’t care if a trocar
Comes plucking off all I garnered;
A life lived without scars and chars
Is like being a stringless guitar.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Indescribable

Outcomes of our fall,
Has an open door
Coming from a war
We may tag as life,
Fighting for our lives
Gaining dust for ranks.

Scythe or by broom
People still presume
We roam in their rooms
When we turn to ghosts
Whose breath cease to fit
While the maggots eat.

People think we see,
Walk and always feel
All they tag as real…
Could it be an end
Or a sort of bend
To a whole new blend?

Death breeds afterlife
We were once alive
To say otherwise
Now we are the myths
That are real or not
Until shadows exit…

On this battlefield
Life is short indeed
Silence is the shield
Separating lines
Yes, none can describe
What death may look like.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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