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I saw the knife like shape approaching,
The woman holding it was smiling,
My mother was weeping profoundly behind,
My little aged eyes were watching
Trying to know what the knife like shape want to do.
My bead danced off from my waist
And, I saw tears filled a cup in front of me
Ready for me to drink it and eat my wrickled pains,
But I shoulder courage to be a woman;
Even though I hail from a lost barberic people whose minds are black and thirsty of knowledge,
I tried to run but couldn't because they were mightier.
That woman grapped me and whispered to
to my craving ears that it is my traditional right,
My right to be called a woman in the emerging years.
My fears overpowered me as I screamed in pains,
The fan swirled and the clock tick tack and the
Light bulb gave out an angry flame in tears,
I was lowered in an unconditional madness.
The knife like shape went straight in my opened legs,
It went closer to my womanhood, the pains shot;
The fears broke my ribs and my vein shouted.
The opened woman tried to escaped but my emotions
Held her back to my body.
"Jesus"! Mother screamed with her eyes closed,
The two women continued their work in my angry woman.
"The circumcision is done" the fat woman said
" You are now a woman" the other said
" Would she be ok ?" mother asked but no reply to her.
"Women circumcision is bad, so bad!" father cried
Years later, black years later, here I am childless;
I can not even enjoy the sensional joy of meeting a man who could service me like a woman.
I can't behave like a woman any more?
Here I am like a tree planted in a desert of shame,
I am now the problem of my problems, the custodian of the woman I am through shamed illed tradition of circumcision of womanhood;
Standing in gap between ancient and modernity,
My road to yesterday cannot be close until I mother a son who can call me mother.

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Scars

My father's tattered house breeds red demons,
and my mother's kitchen feeds black spirits,
We grew up loving demons and black evil spirits that flies in the afternoon.
Our neighbours keep their eyes away from us,
They shut the eyes of their dogs when ever we are passing by,
Even their goats know the sound of our footsteps.
We become sour and bitter to their craving eyes but our faces are always friendly,
we draw the lines of fear in the hearts of our neighbour's children.
They run and run and run with despair
At the sound of our chorus.
They assumed we carry demons and spirits in our pockets as we walk by.
They fear the lines on our faces,
They fear the jigida on our arms,
They fear the marks on our forehead,
They curse the morning to pop if we were the first they see;
They fortifies the sand in front of their houses as father's footprints plant on them.
They call us unprintable names with
A flammable tongue.
We wear shame and disgust around our neck chameleoning like the chameleon.
The scars drawn,
We become a mourning song that remove sleep from eyes.
Blemish created,
We became the architect of evil that the villagers never had.
When the world becomes silent, and busy legs no more walk,
Their hearts become our drums.
Children shriek from different corner
at the sight of our thatch roof.
Accusation fingers pour on us daily,
Legs hide from us as they see us coming,
We tried forming another body to be
Sane from our unknown sins,
But our bones, tissues, muscles, veins sailed away from their roots.
These are our scars,
A scars created by what we don't know,
They call us "Osu", a caste from the gods but, shall we become an empty birds in our own land?
What kills most of us are things we don't know!
Leaving our shadows to wander in the dark is like a pimple on a corpse.
Innocence is a fool in the hands of tradition,
Ask your father the different between your left and right hand before he kicks the bucket.
We've lost a map of who we are!
We've missed a road tour to our root!
And grandfather is gone to abyss but these scars of discrimination remains.

Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent

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I Told My Story To the Moon

I told my story to the moon this morning
and he was excited at my new honey words
that breaks the ear of it beauty,
I think the sun was angry because I saw
her walked away with a battered black face.
What do u think the air would do? 





Honestly, the stars were my witness and
They were the supporting narrators,
But I didn't know why the sun walked away on
Hearing what was in my golden  mouth.
The story was not too sexy or that bad
But, it was as interesting as the Nollywood movies.





I told the moon about  my love whose smile
Glows and makes the earth a paradise, 
She was from  the moon planet, a virgin,
That nurtures me like Moremi of Oyo kingdom.
We were happily married before the sun; before
The stars, before the clouded cloud.



The night was an old night when we wedded,
The stars was watching from its abode
When the pastor put Ring on her fingers.
After the night wedding I thank the stars for watching
Then, I praised the moon for listening
and for Giving me light that tells of my tomorrow.

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I Am With You

I am with you body and spirit,
I carry your heart with me here.
Where ever I go, you go with me;
Where I wait, you wait also with me.
Look not behind for a man that will hold you,
My pillow of kisses are with you always,
The bed of my love remains with you.
My Silence doesn't mean I'm gone out
Of the surface of the earth, No!
My quietness doesn't mean I'm dead;
I am right behind the door of your heart,
deep in my heart, anywhere and  anytime
you're always remembered,loved and  missed
By the substances of my  systems.
I am here with you to hold and uphold you.




(C) John chizoba Vincent

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A True Nigerian

A true Nigerian is brave like the Lion,
He is courageous, hospitable and kind.
He never shies away from responsibilities;
In his hearts of heart he controls all within him.
Through faith, he moves without stopping;
Even when there are many road blocks, he conquers.



A true Nigerian is patriotic and loyal,
He is not a gambler nor a fraudester.
He walks to achieve a common goal; unity.
He sees black as black and white as white.
He is the eyes that the country boast of home and abroad when he brings home the glory of love.
A true Nigerian never discriminates among his people.



A true Nigeria is a good leader in his home and country, he sees beyond looting of money and
Embazzlement of public fund in his trust.
A true Nigeria is perfectly perfect in perfection,
He is not dubious as you may think and have in your
Wrongly wronedg mind of mind towards him.



A True Nigerian is never lazy and idle like they say,
He is hardworking, goal driven, dreamer and doer.
He knows his rights and obligations in his society.
A true Nigerian is a true African decorated with an
Unfading black blood in his strongly strong vein.
He is honest, gentle, courageous and easy-going man.
A true Nigerian is a poet because he sees beyond you.



A true Nigerian is holy not fanatic fool in the church.
A true Nigerian believes and hope in the land of his forebears that goodness shall spring out from it.
He is educated, intelligent, world class citizen and
A thunder that strikes to destroy evil among his people.
He looks right into your eyes and tell you tomorrow.
A true Nigerian is a reader not a watcher of event,
He is a researcher, world class entrepreneur.



A true Nigerian obeys  the laws of the land,
He is a goal getter among all in the World.
Show me a million succeessful men around the world and; I will show you thousand of Nigerians among them.
We are blessed in many ways, nurished with a talent of gifts; Nigerians are blessed and uplifted.
We believe that If something that was going to chop off your head only knocked off your cap, you should be grateful and when a girl has beauty without Brains, the Private parts suffer the most.
We are Nigerians, we are proudly Nigerians. 



(C) John Chizoba Vincent

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Unity In Cultural Diversity

The westerners eat Amala and Ewedu
We eat Akpo and Ofe Nsala
They dance Juju and Apala
We dance bongo and atilogwu the beat of life.
T^he Northerners speaks hausa whilst we speak igbo
They married with no bride price and dowry 
But we marry with bride price and huge dowry.
Cut the man"s hair low, short to remind him That
Marriage is never a bed of roses therefore he must look
After our pride, princess, prestigious priceless pretty queen 
Who must painstakingly bear his name abandoning her 
Humble background and journey with him amidst roses and bullets.
They wear buba and agbada in an architectural design
Darshiki from the north domain whilst we wear Ukwu george    
They plate shoku, koroba and kpatawo and make beads round their neck
Igbo speak, yoruba frown, hausa dance, itskiri watch
Kanuri laugh, Ebira smile, Nupe point, Tiv demonstrate Fulani pick.
Idoma cry, Awori cry, Efik console, Ibibio comfort
Yet Unity we stand despite the cultural diversity.
One for all, all for one, we stand.
Bound to the humble land in hundred fold
Relevant is our culture and tradition 
In defend shall we die and perish for our 
Precious country.

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The Nigerian Dream 8

Fascinating atmosphere
Smiles on the faces of the poor
Equality before the law
Land of freedom
Land of great dreams

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The Nigerian Dream 9

THE NIGERIAN DREAM 9
Hope and faith for The masses
Recreation of. Liberty and freedom
Long life and prosperity in future
Smiling birds with songs of Praises
Clothed children with Assured future.

THE NIGERIAN DREAM 10
Freedom of the Press as a watchdog
Freedom of speech and freedom after speech
Freedom of movement to recreate and renew
Freedom among the poor and The voiceless
Freedom of choice and peace for all

THE NIGERIAN DREAM 11
Power supply And good atmosphere
Table for all, love and unity
Unity in cultural Diversity 
World class citizen, world class Nation

THE NIGERIAN DREAM 12
Faithfulness among the leaders
Drive to maintain harmony
To satisfy the masses of their quest for goodness
Humbleness not as crafty as the fox.
There we climb Above the ground
To recreate excellent spirit of the tradition.

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I Am a Woman

I am a woman 
Unsung-
Full of life-
Precious-
Pretty-
Lively-
Bold-
Eyes of the world
Spring of the living water
Guardiance of the ancient secret of love
From me life starts and ends from
I am a woman; a human among humans 
Not an ordinary woman with fault
My temple is the home of all dignities
I stand for purity and love
Steadfast-
Jovial-
Enjoyable
Kindhearted-
Don't harass my hope in the night
Darkness happens not in my abode
Defile not my happiness, not in this song!
I am not subjective nor abusive to nature
I sing not of lost but of hope of the world
I am the bed of my children beacuse
I am made of a woman substances
From me flows the fluid of life oasis
Redemption song must be heard of me
Children must be seen on my laps;
Children birth in the house of symbols
Don't abuse my integrity, I am a woman
Beautiful is my heart
Milky is my soul
Love is my thought
Caress is my arms!
Like the sun, I shine all over
The moon is my mood-
I am a woman perfectly made
My sisters in my creed and words
Womanhood is a journey of life to all
Women are not of pride and prejudice
But to sing of this unforgettable tune
Of gender equality and liberation
Freedom cry at my tale for womanhood
I am not shattered in my world because
I am a woman
Not a fanatic
feminist.


(C) John Chizoba Vincent
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Best Poems Written by John Chizoba Vincent

Tomorrow Died Yesterday

Road To My Yesterday

Scars

I Told My Story To the Moon

I Am With You

A True Nigerian

Unity In Cultural Diversity

The Nigerian Dream 8

The Nigerian Dream 9

I Am a Woman