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Between Sunrise and sunset

The awesomeness of humanity
Began from the flexibility
And the diversity of balloons
Though it needs a form of sun like moon
In a form of masculinity
Shaded in various diversities
None can overlook the day it lit
And how an infant actually fits.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Cradle cuddle

You make me look stupid
Losing my composure
I am privileged having
You, that I am sure…

Your magnanimity
Can not be measured
It makes the stars to
Lose their cynosure.

Hotter than the Sun
It is my pleasure
Holding a beautiful soul
Covered from exposure

By a spotless nascent skin
Fresh and soft in texture;
Nothing beats the feeling
Cuddling my own treasure.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Anticipating her first word

Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire

Practice till she perfects
I may not, comprehend

But I will put my all,
No joy without annoy.

Whether it is; ma ma
Or even the; da da

For whichever comes first
Would create no fist fight

But bring the joy of spring
And happiness of flea

Can’t wait to hear her
Make baby repertoire.

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Hazel’s Diary: Veracious

The love mum pours on her
Makes me think, she goes far…

From her mum, she begins
Hazel my daughter wins

Slashing all that we shared
Including loving care…

Though it is between us
Since she came, I feel lost

But frankly speaking she
Lit up my soul within..

I get green with envy
Yet she is my baby

You need to see the force
She applies when she sucks…

Time flies, and it is true
Guess it ends as she chews

But until then she sucks
Voraciously like ducks

I love that between us
Not that I am jealous.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Two weeks

Whenever Hazel smiles
I rejoice, she is mine

Butterflies in my stomach
For, today; two weeks she marks

Being my precious child
And I just can not hide

The love of fatherhood
Join me light the camp wood…

Let’s blow and hang balloons
With her favorite cartoon..

As I celebrate her
Do not hiss or say ah…

Can’t wait to read aloud
Children stories that I have

All places we shall go to
Soon as she masters toes.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Baby Hazel

I can not forget in a hurry
Twenty fourth day of January
A day host of Angels came down
From heaven as millions of stars
Witnessed the birth of a great star
It was late hour, nine thirty eight
Baby Hazel had her first breath…

Just a week before she was born
I saw my Princess it was fun
In my sleep, just beside her mom
She revealed the wonders to come
While her skin glittered like a gold
Her pupils were not just love shaped
They were hazy, her names it showed

We were once two, now we are three
The reflection grows like a tree
She chose us, we didn’t choose her
Hence we are honored to have her
As a branch on the family tree
There is nothing more exciting
Than watching her grow everyday.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mosquito larva

Mosquito larva

In blind zigzag you swim

York devoured,

Others you must sink your teeth into

O… where went your mother

 

Father we know don’t care

Further and beyond swim so dare.

Dark and light, earth rotates

Difference seen in fishy-lake;

 

As wings emerge, gills kept are lost

Lake you must leave or dwell in risk

For hunters now hunted…. But;

In blind kinks your kinds shall swim.

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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