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Knocking on the door (Iku eka’ozo)

The time
When parents
Betroth
Children
Is gone…

The time
To knock door
By self
For love
Is come

Ku’ eka. (knock hands)
Ozo… (door)
If you
So truly
Love her!

People
Of Agbor
Will say:
So we
Are here

We came
For a charm
A Rose
Whose scents
We drink..

En’yi (we)
Racho onyen (came finding someone)
Si’kode (that will)
Bu’ye (give)
Enyi nni. (us food)

After
These sweet words
The wide
Long door
Is opened

Many
Sweet maidens
Escorted
Starts to
Take turns

Covered
In wrappers
From heads
To toes
Come out

We look
Precisely….
We pick
The one
We chose.

©2018 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

River Orogodo


Take me to Africa
I am a black Sun
With a white shadow
In the depth hollow
By fingers of God.

I have been swimming
Waters made too pure;
Not of suits and ties
Nor synthetic foods
But beads and wrappers.

Please take me back home
To delicacy sold
Traditional leaf fold
I am old and cold
So fetch cold water
From the calabash.

Be scared not of me
In my raw lion hide
Across shoulders crown
Youngest king ever
On a golden throne.

Take me to that land…!!
Where rabbits run fast
From holes and the smoke;
While I bath myself
In River Orogodo.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ethnicity

  • In its colored Ink, chalk, and voice box, it echoes
    The names that runs after fathers and sons
    Stinging the muscular and vulgar tongue
    Noticed at the rear of identification
  • Drumming hard, it forces my willing mind into palpitating
    Unconsciously my neck swivel and bend
    It forbids my legs at a standstill, but move
    I dance to the true Africa samba
  • Picking the best of all colorful wrappers, cowries, shrines and its endowment
    Whistling and braying sure we know not but heyday
    The vixen roast, the ram smells good, the wine is natural
    The plebeians’ lives in love waggishly forgetting sorrows
  • written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

    Sea in storm

    Cheers to my head shaped nation
    Lying on the bed of roses…
    In Lugard’s unification.
    Three tribes wry for the best
    That was; slavery annexation,
    Your fathers and mothers must have smiled.

    Cheer-up, the worst is yet to come
    Not for long, snow skins had to go
    Hearts sees what brain know not
    Green and white Eagles flip flopped a storm
    Men are what their mother made them…
    But, what was her goal?

    Drink on, I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
    Eagles meant celebrating with the storm.
    Tribune must have turned, issuing tribulation.
    East now tweets “why not serve in stand and wait”
    West had issues with same power.
    Hold a man down, you have to stay down.

    Drink for that he has is better than ours
    South south wealth and loses
    North masked no joke grenades
    Religion and crises,
    Boko Haram is to them what perfume is to flowers.
    My headshaped nation has a sea in a storm.

    (C) 2012
    The-True-Poesy

    written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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