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Nigeria: Twenty-third Century Blackman

His culture he held high
Until globalisation
Which is the narrow line
Between sanity and
Insanity widened.

There goes the Century man
Clean in words, stained in conscience,
Conducting church crusades
With thick red blood and guts
Disgorging from his hands.

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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

Lost before kickoff

Like a native frying pan
I am but a naked man,
Ready for life contest
A contest of the swift…

Racing to climb the hill
Hence the mark I kneel
But there come challenges
Change of rules and pages…

“Step forward if you are white”
In spite of the prerequisite
The White forks had all edges
I, Black.. watched my jinx

Each who made it through
Had a lot of gadgets and tools
To take them within seconds
Should the race begin soonest.

With no boost or vantage
I had to begin from my cage
Several miles behind, their traces
Hoping in vain to win the race.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blessings of Melanin

Why are you sad
Why are you low
When you are blessed
With the gift of life…

The Sun scorch bad
The light shines bright
There are good sides
Tailed to Africa…

Melanin rush
Makes us lovely
Months do pass by
Many pray; night and day

That the Sun shines;
The winter we envy
Tagging the cloud
Thus far, has its curses.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

African Tamarind

When I look into what everyone sees
I see a city, they call an ever green
A city that was built by Robin Hood
Stealing and giving to a yellow wood

Hiding the existence of an African plum
Telling me my soil breeds only worms
Cursing Nature by playing the master
Who cracked shells for seeds to foster

Sprouting out seeds called my brothers
Related by blood but not by sisters
Rome wasn’t built in a day, please save
The story hey you diaspora modern slaves

Until you deep your feet in your own shoe
You will not realize who is really fooled
Even Apples fall not far from its trees
As a citizen, you are liberal but far from free…

The second largest continent yet an ant
In the sight of others who aren’t stagnant
Even Angels can’t keep loving a child
Who sour the sweetness deep inside…

Each time I see a tamarind plum
I always critic the African poems
Not as a racist but deep in here
I speak in pains, hoping we hear clear.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Super alpha carbon

I am a carbon
Not just a carbon,
But alpha super hunk

Black but hot like magma
No omega, no gamma
Just me, just trust me

I am a carbon
An exclusive version
A complete sweet option

Ain’t other copy
Just me, just trust me
Sodding wow in excellence

In my trash, you find no junk…
Ain’t no other like me
In this entire universe.

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

Off the beaten track

Who broke into the stores on the street
If it is not a black man he is bleached
And who pulled the trigger in the club
It must be a black man’s gun or a toy,
Hence he is chained and wasted in bangles
Wandering from breaking news and wounds
Bleeding to the vice of lights that mingle
With complexions attracting word called evil.

Oh yes…! On the outer I am so black
But my soul goes off the beaten track
Throwing love towards the fires of flaw
Waiting patiently to regain the floor,
Not because I am so scared of war
But because the rainbow has all…
Hence I show the world pleasant flavor
And not a storm of an awful odour.

© 2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Black African Boy


I don’t need to over emphasize
Where my glorious root shoots from
On my nails you can’t find dices
But cowries and Shea butter moist.

Mosquitoes love to have a taste
Of my blood, red thick and rich.
All the birds know I reach
Heights without feathers and wings.


I don’t need to over emphasize
On my skin, clearly you will see
The large hides of an elephant
And spotted coats of a leopard,

I am as cool as a cucumber
And most dangerous as a Hippo
The poisonous snakes and scorpions
Have venoms that are scared of me.


I don’t need to over emphasize
I drink from the biggest calabash
And palm wine I share with the gods
Of my motherland and simple soul;

In my breath you will smell leaves
From the vines of old forest trees
And the rabbits fear the smoke
Of my ancestral names and gins


I don’t need to over emphasize
By the blinks of my misty eyes
You will see the mountain lions
Roaring with the sight of an Eagle.

Ashes of Phoenix; spirits don’t die…
I am not shy to see rivers flow
Nature loves me without a snow
It is evident in the way I glow


I don’t need to over emphasize
Who I am but watch my shadows
The images of Godzilla and Apes
That you see, in imaginations

Ain’t true, I am not a superhero
I roam in the ghettos and jungles
Celebrating new yam festivals
And dancing as masquerades


I don’t need to over emphasize
Just as the shadows grows taller
When the scorching solar Sun
Is right behind or far in front of it

The short green grasses and wild cats
In me, grows tall like the Giraffes
I am yes; that little African boy
Enslaved socially by toys you made.


2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dirty man

White on the inside
If you doubt, please cut
So doubts can cease

Should my blood stains hide
Not; who I am not
Understand please

I wasn’t as tan
As this, but the hot
Burning sun I kiss

Day and night on pan
For bliss so ends meet
Covers dark and pale

And bleached me so tight
Giving me these looks
You call; dirty man.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

African child

AFRICAN CHILD BY ONYECHE VINCENT ONYEKACHUKWU


In riches and peaceful paradise
I’m an African child
Born into the harsh weather
I’m an African child
Who must trench further
I’m an African child
Ashamed, not of coal complexion
I’m an African child
The finest creature
I’m an African child
Proud of my culture
I’m an African child
Filled of strength and power
I’m an African child
Far away from defeat
I’m an African child
Whose smile calms the wild beast
I’m an African child
Who aims at an indefinite limit
I’m an African child
So blessed with talents
I’m an African child
Who fights for justice
I’m an African child
Crying loud by casualties
I’m an African child
Whose blood made the soils
I’m an African child
Who never pray for war
I’m an African child
Renamed by slavery
I’m an African child
Vocalizing the one language of love
I’m an African child
Who dances to the true African music
The world shouldn’t be complete
Without the African child.

 

(C) June, 2009
Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

 Reblogging African child which was written in June 2009 by Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu– 

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