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Best Poems Written by Ogaga Eruteya

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At the Pharmacy

When I saw him enter,
an illiterate, I surmised
(one you may despise)

But he spoke some words
about the drug he wanted…

He changed my mind.
Pharm argued no further.

We learnt a lesson.

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Unity, Faith and Hope

In Commemoration Of Nigeria's Independence Day 

Things are awry
Nothing is working
Prices are goin’ up

Top guns aren’t sorry  
More mess they’re creating
Corruption is eating us up

Yes, conditions are dreary
Institutions are wasting
But we won’t let up

Truly, many are weary
People are dying
But we won’t give up

The future seems scary
But we won’t give in
No, we won’t give up!

We won’t always worry
We’ll keep striving,
playing our part and never giving up 

In this, we’ll tarry
For we see Nigeria rising  
And we won’t give up.

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A Gift and An Opportunity

I looked out of my window
I saw the lad they talked about
He could dance on a thread
I could hardly stand on a rope
So I told the lad what she said
He didn’t hesitate  

I ambled down the street
I saw the man they talked about
He was covered with gray hair
And wrinkles were etched on his face
But I possessed none of these
So I told the man what she said
He heaved a deep sigh

I stood along the alley
And I saw the lady they talked about
She sang like a nightingale
But I could hardly beat a frog
So I told the lady what she said
She didn’t believe me

I walked into the market
And I saw the boy they talked about
He could run on air	
I could barely walk thereon
So I told the boy what she said
Pray he understands

I rode along the highway
And I saw the girl they talked about
She had the beauty of an angel
I was no match for her
So I told the girl what she said
She pondered and walked away

I lay me down to sleep
And wisdom spoke again
But only my ears heard her
Then I knew it was true,
What she said
About a gift and an opportunity

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Conversation God Had With Judas

I. Warning Note

Your heart, I have seen
Your sorrowful heart

He would outwit them
As always, He’d done
Master has power, inestimable
He can’t be o’erpowered
So, good trade this’ll be
These were your thoughts
Yes, so right you were.
They won’t keep Him back
No, death and grave can’t
This, he told you 

Your heart, I see
Your sorrowful heart

To repent, 
To hope 
Let it lead you
How did you learn?
All your failings, He forgave
Even this, will pass

Go not that way 
The way of death
It’s the Serpent calling

II. Suicide Letter 

Haunt me no more
Let me, rest take
Let me, this way go
Lest I be vexed to death
With the torment of shame
The sting of reproach
The curse of requital
Nay, the judgment
That of condemnation

Haunt me no more
Death must receive me
Now, it must receive me

III. Rejoinder in Death

O son of perdition,
Son of rebellion
How I longed
To, from your ways, turn you
Calling and calling
Lucifer filled your heart
Him you gave a foot
A foot and a hold
And now, your foot
In his hold
Will forever be

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Needlephobia

In the phlebotomy room,
there came a woman
And a man
And their lad
Inquiring, queuing

‘My blood, I give to you;
draw and draw freely,
I have no qualms’
The lad started,
Responding, boasting 

‘Yes, you can draw
by every means you choose
save with this needle!’
The lad protested,
Sobbing, struggling

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Silence

Silence is golden
Making room for thoughts maiden
From the mine within
Yes, it eases much burden
And shows the power within

Chatter is burden
It detains in common dene
Yes, talk taints the dean;
But silence, is the garden 
That grows inventions within

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The Mystery of Work

Rotating on its axis, 
The earth labours
making the world go round
The planets also work,
As they revolve, 
around the sun
The solar system is working,
With the burden of all things

Ants work day and night
To erect hardened anthills
Only for man to callously destroy 
Striving to make ends meet

Plants, trees and other vegetation 
They respond to stimuli: 
Wind and touch;
Science and geography
And other acts of men,
All in the name of work

And everything keeps going round

A little labour does the door 
As it swings on its hinges -
the effect of some work done

The paper sheet blown by the breeze
Travels from one place to another
Just to continue the process 
And prove to you, o haughty sluggard 
That inanimate things do work

To keep his sweat-soaked money; 
The lawyer goes to the banker
The accountant had paid his arrears
He would also get to the clinic;
With the help of a driver 
And his conductor
Both will visit the eatery 
On their way out

And everybody keeps going round, 

Working

We know God is working
Or, so we are told
His angels too, hands-on-the-plough
The devil is losing sleep;
Maybe he doesn’t get any
His demons are not folding their arms
And smiling with you and I
So you don’t think they are left out
Of this common train

All keep going round 
Every day, like a vicious circle
Unveiling the mystery of work

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Run

Reach Unto Jesus of Nazareth 
Unto New-creation Realities
Never Return to Ur

Righteousness is Uncovered Now:
Utilize, Network and Renew
Never Retreat to the Usurper

Review Undertaken Narrow way
Unlike Nowadays’ Rebels
Nearer is the Real Utopia

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Father's Room

Homeward, on an hungry belly
En-route a quick long trek, perhaps
It’s the hard day-after-day norm
And the poor little boy is mind-full
He deserves some respite– 
and even more
If only to furnish a compleat cycle

But, couching in an utopian suite,
was miles from the priority– 
‘twas scarce and sparse;
like rainfall in the Sahara
Maybe it had to be invented-
a make-shift

Not a very likely pick really:
Plastered with harmattan dust
Everywhere strewed with literature
and scrap
and other features
of sanguine entropy
But no more of pleasurable comfort

Howbeit, with serenity and quietude,
it was his choice 
Preferred above the Burj

Such was the incubator his mind reveled in -
Sandwiched like a worm in a book
in the tranquility of darkness

And when the dawn enters
It does with refreshing enthusiasm, 
For there was enriching activity
in father’s room

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Christmas

Christmas,
Christ for the masses
Born to save the perishing world
From her innumerable sins.
The same becomes our replacement;
He is sacrificed for us
So we'd be reconciled to God

Christmas,
Christ among the masses
Showing men the way to live
The lone but bright, shining light
In the thickness of the world’s darkness
He is the Father’s express image
Singled out in the crowd

Christmas,
Christ with the masses
The assurance that brings confidence
God himself standing by men
Comforting and strengthening His people
Backing up the testimony of their faith
Surrounding them with His covering presence

Christmas,
Christ in the masses
Residing in truly penitent hearts
(Of those who actually believe)
Helping contrite men live godly -
Replicating Himself in as many
Producing people of His kind