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Friday, August 6, 2010
Fatal: ‘MS. ONYECHE’
Fatal: 'MS. ONYECHE'
modifying nostrils size like Elephants
cry everyone's tears
An acclamation to an Aunt; Sister, Mother, and Grand Mother: MRS. EUNICE ONYECHE. Since the month of June in 2010, it was diagnose that she had an incurable gravy cancer. People around her knew the truth 'INCURABLE' but to her she continues with medication hopeful for improvement.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Africa
Africa
Africa!
Land of great minds, leaders and subjects
'Uh, oh no!'
High and low, beauty for sure
Sweet and sour, but sugariness more promising;
East to west, no lazy man in the vast east
Who know not how to compel his brown skin to struggle
Irrespective of preeminent beauty and splendor
Tiling the soil when the sun fries the most
Nor set traps with bamboos to catch wild beast in Tanzania.
There is no true inhabitant of the west
Loathing to let-slip enthusiasm
Dwelling in or outside the marvelous crystalline rocky land
Of a huge Nigeria black, a Ghana brown,
And a Sierra Leone blood red sand.
Calling himself an African
Bearing a black colored name
Loving the African Culture and claims to have heard
Great minds like Mandela,
And wouldn't believe that Africa is destined for greatness.
Is it the enormous Central, historic North or South?
The white and black in shield and craton
Histories, oh great Egypt!
First in many, last in a few
Diverse ethnic groups beautiful cultures, arts and designs.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
My Graduation song
My Graduation song
Like a hook to its' eye; fix me
Least I know no blind alley
But blissful in things I do
Brush my hair and buff my look
I bloat the blitz-Krieg and blizzard of hinders
Receiving it coolly, it's mandate they stay-off me
Whip the dust from my face
For the sun, if she wishes to over reflect on me
Put my compatriots to shame as I turn mirror
Roll my sleeves and pop my collars
Let me enjoy prosperity in the fast lane
Since you've made me a fast-track graduate
Drive my feet away from gammy life
Sharpen my eyes and thought so I dodge the germs in air
Even when I'm under the influence; Success I taste in G and T
By fastening my drawstring and tying my lace
Bring success to me on everyday race
Let failure know not my stunning face
Tighten my belt and run my zipper
Not all that zing that sings
My life is a fascinating song.
By Onyeche Vincent onyeka