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Life After Suicide

LIFE AFTER SUICIDE

In our barrenness, mourning reigned in our bosom
Our wait conquered years, filled our bucket with tears.
My wife taught me to give up,
But Chidi’s arrival widened our joy-horizon.
His birth birthed our real lives,
Reflected his mothers image in my likeness,
My pretty-smart son made us a home.
Twelve months later started the civil war,
Dodging bullets, we forgot our greatest asset
In running for our lives, we ran from our life
Risked it back to the battlefield, my boy was gone.
My heart wept from his mother’s eye, another covenant with pain.
His birthday was our only sweet memory,
Hoping to celebrate his heroic return someday, but
It wasn’t enough consolation for our undeserving loss.
Years later, poverty and vengeance introduced us to a life of crime,
We built a mud house by the village entrance,
Entertaining strangers with death to possess their substance.
One day, the lot fell on a certain man in clergy regalia,
He acted like a lost son of the soil tracing his origin
Such patriotism kills my zeal to send souls beyond,
But my wife insisted I do the usual, again I gave up.
Did the usual; he kicked that bucket of tears.
But unusual was, his death interfering with my peace,
Reluctantly I ransacked his luggage, found a photo
An image of a smiling-innocent infant boy,
I remembered snapping Chidi in that pose, just like him.
As I observed and pondered, I heard my wife from behind
‘How much is in the bag’, my confusion responded with silence.
When her curiosity sighted the cause of my dreary mood,
It loosed a scream from her tongue, she ran to the cadaver,
Stripped its panties, the butt birthmark was not faded.
Confirming my suspicion, she fell dead after another scream.
 Still staring at the photo, I saw the image lying lifeless before me,
Only then was I convinced that I killed my reason-for-living.
At that point I didn’t wish for death, I wished I wasn’t born
Wished we remained barren, wished the war ate him up.
My son Chidi was my life, his death was my suicide
That day turned my world to a morgue, I am a walking corpse.

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Sinking Down

SINKING DOWN

World’s trouble, for others i solve
When mine piled up, i found no love
My tears shed for their trauma
Now am in it, they just watch like drama

To the beggar’s feet i dropped my last
Now i lack, they shunned me fast
Really my heart is sinking down
But my mind refuses to drown

I was a pest to everyone i came across
At a time, some said i had a curse
Relatives, their sympathy mocked me
In my hope cage, poverty locked me

My one raiment became my signature
As haggardness crept into my nature
Really my heart is sinking down
But my mind refuses to drown

God, why is my blessing taking long?
Still thinking where i got it wrong
Again i ask, what is the worth of grace
Or is here not really my place?

I have obeyed spiritual principles
Even the physical, yet no miracles
Really my heart is sinking down
But my mind refuses to drown

The more i endure, i hurt
If i complain, my hurt gets hot
Maybe i need a destiny check-up
For it seems my birth-day was a set up

Maybe my dream was the betrayer
And my reality a soothsayer
Really my heart is sinking down
But my mind refuses to drown

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Red-Rose Day

What we feel is as old as way-back
Those novice days, no knowing much
Made it sweeter than a first-date-lunch
Wish I could make real our flashback
On this red-rose day. 
Am sure I need you, but what I want
Is my confusion, our first-last kiss
Fleetingly put my heart in one piece,
Yet my decision candle it burnt
On this red-rose day.
The next line sponsored my despair
Your kind comes by once in a long while
But I will put a ring on it and smile
If we played truth or dare
On this red-rose day.

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Beauty Curse

Itoro, most gorgeous of all
Blonde long hair, dropped through spinal
Brown bulgy pupil, her stare is a call
Ruby tender lips, her word is final.

Men craved for her pleasantry,
Her aura makes the devious act honest
 Elegance conceals her peasantry,
Dressed in a golden smile like a goddess.

Itoro longed to fall in love someday
But men dreaded her brilliant looks
Around her they flocked all day
Yet no appetite to eat what her heart cooks.

A too-good-to-be-true kind of lady
Every man’s dream, no man’s reality
A beauty admired daily, 
Yet a friendly hostility.

Itoro’s beauty was an exquisite curse,
Robbed her of her secret desire
Her goodness earned a wicked purse
Wishing to be born again, she needs a love-messiah.

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She Is Hell's Route

SHE IS HELL’S ROUTE
	
Begotten from the loins of Gods-Law,
With a life span longer than death
She bit off her mother’s breast after infancy,
Denied her siblings of that gracious taste, then,
Whatever she fed them with was delicious.
Not so pretty but, her manners seduced the world
Her theistic robe earned her more reverence,
Then her rule above simple-faith began.
She convinced Jews that Jesus never came once,
Planted holy hypocrisy in the Vatican,
Caused China to misjudge the quest of Buddha, and
 Arab hurriedly misunderstood Mohammed’s mission.
These frustrations inspired America to
Pave way for the free-mason, yet no harmony.
Now the world sees through her eyes and walks by her feet,
Thinks from her mind and speaks with her tongue,
We have been spiritually and philosophically misled.
She is a friend of temples’ but still God’s enemy
Admires power, yet despises knowledge
Campaigns for good, but won’t let go of evil.
Religion is the pain behind the world’s hurt,
 Nothing but love can make us whole again.
But mind you, she will evangelise till eternity
Flee from her path, she is hell’s route.

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The Presence

THE PRESENCE

After prayers, I blew off the lantern
Laid down, faced up, in dead man’s pattern
As accustomed, I wrapped up my face, next
Thing, wrapper intensified the darkness.
Suddenly fear and horror was roped in
With force, my reflex flung it open
It was just me and my soul in bed,
Listening to hear what the darkness said.
Silently, it ushered in an awful presence
Filled the room, awakened my sixth sense
It was accompanied by a soundless breeze
Hovering around my head, my breath ceased
Stomach purged as my heart beats fast
Body goose pimpled, eyes opened at last.
In the direction of the door my gaze fixed
Eyes became woozy, feelings mixed.
Though no image was physically visible, but
I felt something standing right in my front.
Like it moved, suddenly I felt it so close
My mouth shivered, my mind froze
‘Please who are you, what have I done?
I’m innocent, please spare mama’s only son’
After I spoke, the silence rang louder
Darkness was thicker, image was bolder
Stretched my arms, nothing I could touch
I wished for two things, death or a torch
There, my thoughts rambled astray
With that blank mind, I thought to re-pray.
I summoned courage to shut my eyes again
Not up to a minute I popped it open, it was day
I beheld the ray of the morning sun
As it shone through my pane, fear was gone.
Asking, was that a dream or a trance?
Or was my mind playing some pranks?
Imaginations went high, emotion stooped low
I didn’t know what I saw cos I didn’t see what I know
Trying to figure out what that presence was about,
I lost knowledge of what to believe or doubt
I never believed in Angels or Demons,
But that night replaced my old beliefs with new ones.

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Jubie and I

JUBIE AND I

My words sweet, she proclaim
Our first kiss put honey on my lips
Inspiration shatters when my eyes fix
On her absence, she’s the poet I claim

Moments fade but memories remain
Not in moments, in lovers love lives
Tears visits me whenever her smile leaves
Extract firewood, thicker becomes the flame

Scanning through old times, alot I miss
In my artistic heart her voice forms her image
Still feels close, her love is omnipresent

Praying time to help so I’ll ring my Miss
Like a dog tired of barking from a cage
I need to be with jubie, I’ll go any extent

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Let Her Rule

Her abode is hearts, known through words
Believed by actions, over emotions it lords.
A light in nights, fresher than mornings too
Quite independent, but only when they are two.
Faking her lifestyle causes tear and wear,
Encourages anger, despair and fear
Yet she is life’s model, the real blueprint,
To be happy is to plant your feet in her footprint.
Better to bear the pains that precedes her visit
Than the pains that succeed her demise, miss it
And miss the joy of living, but if men
Let her rule, it will guarantee their reign.

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Love Plight

On the altar of love decisions are altered
From the lovers soul sweet tales are uttered
It was a seed lust planted that emotion watered
Germinates into a love tree, hearts are sheltered.

On the tree of love heartbreaks alight
Without affection, its leaf misses rain and sunlight
Then it withers, with it come sleepless night
Regretting all sacrifices, love becomes a plight.