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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.

If only you were her

If only you where her

Her tears-bag is emptied and dried

If only you where there

To see

The most beautiful make-up

Washed and flushed

By hot salty-water

All on her big lonely bed;

 

If only you touched her itching skin

Perhaps you’ll know how it feels

To be soaked and bathed

With the devil-beans; if only…

You were concern

You wouldn’t grab a paddle and sail away

If only you where her.

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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Tales Of A Wife: Shyer

Everyone likes her
Everyman wants her
First rated, face of a goddess
Frustrating everyman’s
Loving-kindness
Her gaze is a smearcase
Don’t look or
Fall from a staircase.

She’s this type that
Everyman knows
Although she goes by different names
Sweetie, Pretty-princess
African Queen, was what 2face called her
She’s cool like a sleeping-beauty,
Her parents should have named her Baby-angel for she’s such a love muffin

Everyone likes her
Fallen from the staircase
To some ‘No’, To some ‘Yes’
Then, everyone befriends her.
She’s a man’s fondness
That soft touching,
She talks to a mans heart
With such a large effect.

Everyone likes her
Everyman wants her
Dust in the wind
Coarse thud
Non-in her voice,
Well polished and brushed
Phonetically
She is an Ace.

Not a dog or another loosed animal
Mere hearing her sweet voice
Or seeing her fantastic pretty face
Covered with her
Consistent long dark well-gloomed hair
Hearts be sprinter
To reach the spinster
She is a fits of laughter.

Her seduction and free sights
Get me always in sighs
Only, I say ‘hello’
She reply ‘hi’
Everyone likes her
Everyman has her
But by her
I am a shyer.

Last designation: Leaving Home

Not just taking coffee and tea
But I shall like to get on-board and see
On or above the sea,
The equilibrium power of the spring
And feel the snow flakes
From the mute eye sky, as it leaks.

Journeying from villa to Obodo-oyibo; Smiling at my skin and changing flags
For ears heard so much of the sky.

The whites are good
Don’t get me wrong if I turn MJ
For we are all one in different hood.

Love to see from a closer range
The milky, bluesy and rainbows sky
And so it shall be when leaving home.

From that day onwards,
Lightning and thunderstorm scare me not.
Novices I’d once be. But,

The birds and gravity secrets I’ve known
All borrowed customs and traditions
Call me globalization.

From the soil I sow
My kindred shall be born with a silver spoon
Working smart and not hard
I pray they break not the silver cord from home
Please bid me bye, when I will be leaving home.

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