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Perfect combination

When the wind whirls, everything unfreezes
Easy like; a, b, c… one, two, three…
Underneath the tranquil sky so blue
The rain showers then two birds flew
From separate spaces finding shelter
Or a spot where droplets don’t bother.

Singing sweet songs that is far from grief
The melanin hid under green leaf
Like it was predestined, fine and raw,
They met by chance, and fell deep in love
It must be the wind; maybe the rain
That matched them up; some people will say.

Certainly, the wind made it fonder
While the raindrops, wiped off all blunders
Birthing a clean slate of obsession
Nurturing new sets of emotion
Great as the black beautiful look
Blessings they got on each other’s hook.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: The emigrates

We are weak at knees but our huts
Are built by hands not plucked off trees
We invest a lot to get no gain
And it seems we are meant for pains,
Hence, we all book an appointment
At embassies, for better breath
Reducing working hands to few
Dragging luggage on a long queue
Waiting for our time, most times by feet
For days, we hiss crossing deserts,
Sore ligaments, many breakdown
Others sex slaved, we kiss and frown…
Yet these greedy green grasshoppers
We voted and call our Nation leaders
Are not perturbed that we flood out
Neither are they concerned we blackout.

Do not fall like the cards in rows
Do not spiral out of control
So keep doing that you are good at
Live to tell the tales, of your kites
I am not Martin Luther King
But, I have a dream and it’s big
That one day there shall be an end
To our foolishness and dying beds
I know we are knotted by tight ties,
And the Devil may cry, but not die
No matter the prayers and ill-words…
But; one good day, he shall be bored
And then our town shall abort all
Evils, and cut off greedy claws
To transform grasshoppers to ants
Building shelters and making plans.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Africa need to be recolonized

Africa, I cry
For you so bad because
You chose to be a dwarf!!
When your gene sequence
Codes for giants, strength
Creativity and greatness!

It seems God created
You to be a zoo
Or an animal park,
Or some kind of sluggish,
Institutionalized, primitive,
Corruption dump site.

Forgive my words
But truth has to be said
Not hidden in shirts.
Who did this to you?
Making you a strong
Centre that can’t hold.

At times I wonder
Isn’t death better
Than breath in your coma?
I have great anger
Dealing with hunger,
And poor standard of living.

Hence I do wonder
Shouldn’t you surrender
And offer you for another
Century under
Colonial masters
To help you do much better…

Across your borders
Some miles yonder
Blacks owned by slave masters
Shackled like pillars
For glass and gunpowders
Are now way much better.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: We are not leopards

Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
School teaches us to compete
But right now, drop the books

The largest black nation
Should be doing better
Drop the competitions
We learnt on chalk and board

It has so misled us
Hence our Nation crumbles
Let us adopt teamwork
For our Nation to grow.

Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
Our poor mentality
Need a speedy u-turn.

The largest black nation
Should be doing better
Stop the awful mortgage
Of our children’s future.

We are not immortals
Night and dawn affect not
Let us make a good use
Of our enormous wealth.

Hey! we are not leopards
That can not change their spots
Enough of reoccurring
Painful drawbacks we get.

The largest black nation
Should be doing better,
Not locked and caged inside
Our own stupidity.

For just like charity
That does begin at home;
Our Nation’s growth
Depends so much on us.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Blood on our land

Weren’t hearts made for love
To carry the red fluid
Of oxygen and the genes…
Not pumping rage and blood

There is blood on our land!!
Hearts have lost their office
And sense of right and wrong.

In modern age and time
Cold blood reigns supreme here
Sadly, it rains on all tiers

From the high power drunk,
To green-eyed local folks
Envious of another growth
Spilling blood on our land.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: My first battle won

Against rattles
And obstacles
In glass bottles
The first battle
Outrightly won
When I was born
Is being black

Others may lack
Wrinkles do not
Penetrate nuts
In blackish lands
Time might hit hard
But fact is that
Blacks don’t crack.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: All but Wakanda

So sad, slave trade nicked
Africa into Marvel’s
Pit of Wakanda.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Native fly: Sonnet of sweetened Africa

Around the globe, there is
No place, that sweets my soul

Like my home, Africa
If you doubt, come find out…

Free like birds, up the trees
Monkey swings, swift and free

Black and white, Zebras tease
Blue is to, skies and seas,

Healthy fruits, freshest breeze
Calm and warmth, more of peace

Honeybees; never lie,
Sweet fragrance, scenting nice

If I die, bury me
In my home, Africa.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Native fly: Grandma’s Pot

Oh what more do I crave
Than a delicious soup,
Awakening my kindred spirit.

Any time, I see or taste
An u’juju soup made
From veronica comforter

It always takes me
Back in time; remembering
My grandmother’s pot.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Seasons in African

Over here we don’t say winter
Or make use of the word; summer

You might have springs and autumn
But we both fancy flowers on tomb.

We can tell, the type of season
From rays, when the sky is crimson.

Down south it pours as it rains for sure
Meaning the Sun shield its sword.

As soon as the rainy season stops
The soil dries up, and so do crops…

Seasons change, nectars for bees
We don’t feel the scorch you see;

From Sahara, Harmattan wind blows.
While you celebrate Christmas in snows.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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