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Hazel’s diary: Dad’s duplicate

I lay awake on the bed
Watching Hazel’s shape of head
And how the soft spot appear
Just like ripe Avocado pear

Her brain must be versatile
Though she looks small and fragile
Her strength is seen in her eyes
Frozen but she still melts an ice

And each time I look at her
I see me deep inside her
She is my other copy
Far better than all jewelries.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Do babies cry in the womb?

From a touch, to a mass
The belly pot then grows…
From a kick, to a stretch
The fetus, summersaults
Inside the womb, it learns
To suck and hold its toes

The heartbeats awesomely
Drumming like heaven sounds
The early form of life
Is intriguing to watch
Soon, the nine months is done
Push, push… hallelujah

Baby arrives and cry
Only language they learnt
Have you ever wondered
Why a baby outside
Would spend all day crying
But not so, in the womb?

What would be of mother
When baby cry from under?
Do they cry silently?
I want to know, because
The wisdom of the Lord
Is truly amazing.

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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

Womb Prose: Rays of Beams

Do you sleep while you tumble
Do you kick when you struggle
Is the sack getting smaller
Is the fluid getting lighter….

We will not let you wobble
You are our fun and bubbles
Is it now getting darker
Or are you feeling fever…

There is a bridge joining ends
Rainbow color, perfect blends
The mouths to sing the sweet hymn
Your womb escape is our theme…

Saw your curl through ultrasound
Heard your heartbeats drumming loud
You completed the tag team
You took our rays as your beam.

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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

Womb Prose: Kicking bumps

I love to feel your kicking limbs
There goes my hands, to hold and climb
I will like to know what you think
I love you dearly, let it sink..

I bet your world is full of thrills
Worry not of the future bills,
I do not mind looking unkempt
Just to make sure, you are alright.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Sucking her breast

When a mother carries her child
She carries him like a treasure found.

Picture me, giggling, all that time
When I was little; yes, she is mine.

Restless I was, guess she knew it
Hence, she striped herself so I have it

Private and public demands; ah
Was I a child who abash her?

No pride in starvation, I guess
Why sit on my tod as does the guests?

Pinching jaws, my claws meant no harm
On my bottom, resting on her arms

Against her breast, I couldn’t buck
As a baby, all her milk I sucked.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Unintentional Existence: Repository Cistron (Gene)

Every second on a call
Every words she says
And stores in cistron dust
Had been said days before
And days after by the same
Silence at the end;
… Now and then she calls.

Talking to a doll through a dull
Probably hearing all or not at all
Packing emotions in repository dust
That is shuffled and floating in air
Longer and larger than its container
Hoping for flesh or fresh start at the end
… Now and then she calls.

Unintentional Existence: Baby’s Lullaby

Baby… baby, baby.
Watch the dangling dolly
As it moonwalks, from your cradle,
Craving to the waving sigh
Sing unto the sky
With your silken voice
Sorry, lullaby never meant to tease you.
You barely have a tooth
But your smile could cheer the sky.
Baby… baby, baby. 

Shadow is all over the streets,
Bikers and drivers are now on benches
Soaking fingers in spit
Calculating the day’s profits.
Mickey and Jerry the mouse
Are very busy in cracks
Tom the cat is fast asleep,
Daddy is here with you
Love the words he sings    
And discard the toadyish-voice you hear.
Time shall come when your silken voice shall be deepen    
Baby… baby, baby.

Now the visual windows are shutting
The gentle face is dancing
The busy hands and legs are dead
Dream a dream of all wonderful things
Hidden on, and beneath the dusty sands.
Learn tricks to catching butterflies
When the shadow disappears
Catch colorful butterflies
Under the hot sun and muddy soil
Mum will wash the clothes.
Baby… baby, baby.

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