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Sonnet: Losing touch

Once upon a time, we were blank
Out of an art, experience sank

We had bath and dance in the rain
We cut cakes and acted insane

There was this feeling that we had
Taking us places from our minds

Body to body, current flew
By desire our hearts we drew

Young and agile, fast we ran
Yeah! we felt all can’t was can

Love was fresh, until we forgot
Love we lost and the pains we felt

Time ran fast, gradually we blank
The act and rain water we drank.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Childhood rivalry

The thick blood we share is still
Flowing through valleys and hills
From the landscape of the shores
And the irony of sea storms.

Now we reside in our homes
Extended branch a lot to come
A perspective so beautiful
Hiding all we have been through.

It was war when we were kids
We fought over worthless things
The noise we made was a quake
Our neighborhood felt the shake.

Should I say the rivalry
Helped us bond quite easily?
For we stood by each other
Toe to toe against strangers.

Most times we swore not to speak
Then later our wounds we lick
We are now ripen apples;
It was all meant to happen.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Prologue: Lost in Nostalgia

Title: Prologue- Lost in nostalgia
Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Theme: Fictional Lost Romance of childhood

I watched her grow
From toddler to teen,
Childhood of sweetness
Adulthood she glitters.

In the past, we flew
Kites in sites till ten,
Then we used to burst
Bubbles off our blisters.

See… I knew her when
Her big breasts were flat;
We played ten-ten alot,
We built houses with mud.

See… I knew her even
Before hips could twist;
Under the tree we slept,
Our bodies were never a rod.

Before the ripener was red
We jeered at each other
She was the fillet, I the bone;
On same part, old we grow.

Bodies in rain, we both stripped
Innocently, bathing together,
Until the kids in us were grown;
We were playmates in sun and snow.

Author: 

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu.

Native Fly: Palmwine Play

Palm Wine

Palm Wine

    Palm wine Play
  1. It was some time ago no pea-cocking or ego
  2. Innocent and untouched like virgin forest
  3. Then grasses covered bottles attuned for palm wine
  4. Flies also sipped, it was creamy and white as milk
  5. From daddy’s cup the little kids drank
  6. Inspiring, their play was full of fun
  7. Pretending to be drunk; if not already
  8. Staggering, damping the eyes
  9. Rolling out the eyeballs,
  10. Stooping and soliloquizing
  11. Playing with sands, throwing pillows and falling
  12. Along the long narrow corridor
  13. Running for more, to daddy’s refilling cup
  14. To drink the universe large and play all night long.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

written by: Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2012
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As A Kid

T. Iwelumo

T. Iwelumo

As a kid

As a kid, I so much heard adages that I never understood until I grew up. The bible helped in differentiation: the good from the bad, since I was scare of going to hell. Everyone has a past that keeps hunting his or her mind. When I was ten years old, I came across three elderly men sitting beneath a tall palm tree lamenting on the past years, which they miss. The stories they told were touching that I had to shear tears with them. I never had things to think of; I played and ran around the street in pantaloons. Electricity supply was a failure hence hopscotch, football and hide and seek were my favorite games. For this present day child, computer games and movies have taken over my favorite games. My parents were neither poor nor rich yet they had a farm. I hated farm work that at then when my mother would ask my elder sister and I to carry a basket fill of cassava from the farm to the house, we would wonder why a mother would be so heartless subjecting her own little children to such stressful hard work for little did we know it was part of the parental care, and she loved us. Keeping things hide or hair of course, I never hesitated to half my basket as I walk through the lonely path. I learnt pounding fufu by force. At then the mortar always ran as I stroke the pistil crushing the yam; so I would summon all my younger ones to get hold the running mortar. My dad never made mistakes giving me multivitamins whenever I leave for school and I also never forgot to deposit it in the waste bin as soon as I got to school.
There are many things on earth that exist crystal clear, but we realize only when we fail. When I was ten, I made a bet with a friend. The bet was called hit and fall. Anyone who succeeds in striking down his opponents’ property would own it. A very good sport I felt as I made success claiming his stuffs. At that year, my mum had a store. One day he came to buy sweats, as I picked up to sweat cup to give him his articles, he stroke it down.
Of course, that was my mums’ stuff; I fought hard with him until the neighbors came. They separated us and reported the case to my mum when she came back.
I was thinking I just saw the sunlight for the last time and was annoyed that I wouldn’t have a befitting burial as I was a bad kid. So surprising she did not beat me up like other days, but yelled and scared the living soul off me. This narrow path seems not worthy but it is the generator of my decency.
The past plays a major role in the present that if there is something I would not dear for the love I have for my mother; it is gambling.

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