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FOMO ( Fear of missing out)

Journey of life takes me to a place
Where life is calm and peaceful
Though, sometimes grasses go dry
But once the rains comes they sprout

I dwelled underneath a friendly sky
Inhaling fresh air on healthy diets
I have a plan, to live a genuine life
Hence I stay focus on my lonely track

But the wind keeps bringing pictures
Of friends who flip to another path
Where milk and honey falls from the sky
On hands whose feet are on greener grass

Everyone I have ever known now glows
Adopting different accents and richly postures
“YOLO – You only live ones” they scream
Creating FOMO – “fear of missing out” in me

Every seconds a new picture drops
I see, life is fun and party to them
Feels I’m an eclipse, hence everyday
I wait for the earth to rotate, so I may glow

Looking around me, I see just me
And it takes me under the weather
Feeling lonely and underachieved
I just hope I am on the right track.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mr. Terrorist

Another bomb blast and mother’s tears
Son, do you have fear of God to spare?
Who would you lead when all disappears
Will crowns matter without heads to wear?
Old goes the saying, those with ears hear.

Another bomb blast, I need a clue
So you just decided to stain the blues?
Wish I could see from your point of view
Wish I could comprehend just a few
Of your blades and the coldblooded tools.

Another bomb blast; another rankle
Sending messages as lit candles;
Why botcher people like the cattle
Why pull the trigger of a rifle
On civilians for just a title.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Frontiersman

Do not tell me to dream big and wide
Especially since you’re not inside my head
Dreams are urges that makes me to cum
It fills the bottomless pit and drums.

Never am I scared of mountains and hills
I chase dreams but dreams keep chasing me
I wait for my moment to shine so bright
Patience is virtue, but the trees fell flat

I will keep on dreaming, chasing a holy fame
Under my nose, wet woods that cheated got blazing flames
The conspicuous consumption life they found
” Keep the change”: has become their favorite word…

All of the beautiful wonders I have fantasized,
Could make breathe great but failed to materialize
Hello, are these my fragile feet on a right track
Should I pump the brakes, take a bow and then retract

Changing my fantasy route, to suit the hustlers
For all the world is crazy, favoring dirty gamers
Submerged in tears, I await heaven’s final judgements
but what if, I mean what if there are no end judgments?

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Spinsterhood

Heard you’re scared
Of being single
And so desperate
Hence want to mingle.

Menopause is coming
Any man, you pray..
Sister, a fretting care,
Turns hairs to grey.

Angel or Demon
To you, ring assures
Desperate times calls
Desperate measures

I wish you see,
The bigger picture…
Wedding in haste
Is repent at leisure.

Take your time sister
Till ring and rose find you;
There are soulmates
For everyone; dear sister.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Does being good pay?

A bad penny always turns up..
I once believed, bad trees do not
Yield good apples, but I was wrong
When I saw men disturbing peace
Breaking black pipes, blowing up streets
Fetching from the National cake.

I saw “Malams”, apprehending men
Slitting sacrificial lambs,
Terrorizing the governments.
I saw folks, blending in dark bushes
Joining the gangs causing havoc;
The type that makes the Devil proud.

Funnily, those we call miscreants
Are to governments, faithful ants
To keep them hush, they grease their palms
Flying them out as amnesty
Coming back, they even contest
Dictating for governance.

But here we are as good people
Eating the scraps and leftovers
Of the miscreants who live large.
Good conscience may be good pillow
Certainly not in our headless
Societies, with so much unrest.

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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.

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

Everyday Nigerian

Hey! I think it is time to call a spade a spade
Stop pointing fingers on Whites while wearing their shades.
It is not just color but the complexity
Of the thick black wrappers we wrap our fragile hearts.

Heaven’s integrity has lost its bearing
Foetus in womb, now throws bombs, on the internet;
“Yahoo, yahoo”… the first word they learn to pronounce…
Hey! White folks online, will you ever learn to learn?

Everyday a strong Nigerian child is born
Into unfriendly weather, created by those before
Fittest survivals, they all come out blocking wombs
The smarter the baby, greater damage he creates.

Money on the palm, legs up, body on the bed
War began using western education to fight
Against same western education on green soil
The bigger the bloodshed the louder dummies rejoices.

Everyday the Nigerian child gets pregnant
Who is the father? is often a mute answer
The trimesters usually comes as disasters
Like the Nigeria economic the fear hits hard.

Picking up habits, calculating higher odds
Love and nuptial rings, misleading many Angels
Into crude cruel and fatal domestic violence…
Light trips off, the rapist, thieves and murderers win,

The Devil issues cheque; holy lost its holy grill,
Doubting the faith and homily preachers preach
Believing in the dreams and visions far from reach
Innocence seems guilty, pills and dark clouded party,

The bigger the city, the bigger the pity
Known or knowingly the Devil provides aides,
Fashion and nudity is now the reigning thing
Yet stupidity is covering the ass we see.

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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

Plight of an idol

Please forget me in a hurry
Erase my all from your memory
Am not a saint but a sinner
Am far from the best but a learner.

I hit the nails, I bail and spill
Wondering why you idolize me
Seeing stars, doves, grey hairs and all
You hang my pictures high on your wall

Adoring me amongst the few,
But sorry to break it down to you
I am of dust and a mere fool
Who is lost and finding his way too.

Please forget me in a hurry
Erase my all from your memory
Am not a saint but a sinner
Far from best, like you, am a learner.

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

I am losing hope

I hate it so bad
When I hear I am
A talent, I swear

Blow off candlelights
I am losing hope
On the bleak my dear.

How can I move on
When the flames and heat
Disintegrate wax.

Giving me back pats
For innovations
I took to the max.

I am losing hope
On the clean and pure
Means of noble name.

Everything has changed
ill psychology
Brainwashes the sane…

I am losing faith
On myself and all
I stand for and bore…

Yes, variety
Is a spice of life…
It seems; not anymore.

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