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Going Back in Time

If I could rewind
I’d join the little kind
And be a youngling again
Playing in the rain
With laughter larger than cares
With superstitions and fears
I’d do stuff that makes no sense
Like finally kicking the ball over the fence
And I’d be free of all responsibilities
As I chase after nonsensities
Because, for that fleeting window
I wouldn’t have to be a widow

Copyright © Afam Ugwuanyi | Year Posted 2025



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The Lackey

The young lackey cries
For the glorious achievements
That featured his past

His dreamy head flies
Daydreaming of contentment
That he's always last

His present is bleak
With overgrown overcoats
Torn beyond repair

His future is weak
Without the thousand banknotes
That makes life all fair

Copyright © Afam Ugwuanyi | Year Posted 2023

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To Emmanuel 'Mclean' James

I still sit upon the window looking on
Into nothingness and void all forlorn
I can't begin to even try to believe
That i won't ever hear you sing or jive
Everything that shone with your exquisite care
With you gone they seemed rusty and bare
Sometimes it feels like you never left
And I call out to hear my own heart cleft
Like Itachi I'm stuck at a crossroads wondering where
To go to the right where nothing's there
Or is it left where nothing's right
I wish you could scold me once again
And tell me not to talk so plain
I wish I could see you again
Your buddy here Ole Mclean


I mean I can't explain how good he was
Not perfect of course he had his flaws
Funniest part he didn't hide any of them
He argued after all he was from the system
He made me laugh and made me cry
With terrible jokes but many a pie
He was illiterate but made sure I read
At least three pages as I got up from bed
he always said I regret nothing
I've lived my life and seen my coffin
When no one else could take my side
He was for me my Nemean hide
He always said I believe in your dreams
Together we'll watch it flow like streams
I'd give anything to see you again
Your buddy here Ole Mclean

Copyright © Afam Ugwuanyi | Year Posted 2023

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What the Ghost Was Thinking

It wasn't like a dream
It was rather a scream
There wasn't any peaceful floating
Or victorious taunt and gloating
It was frightening and scary and red all over
Damocles dangling as the scythes hover
Everyone bawling their eyes out and
Watching me splattering on the sand
It was all gore and fury and blood and puke
It was crucifixion it was poor Luke
It was the ER with it's mangled victims
Of crashes and accidents and machine rhythms
IT WAS DEATH but it wasn't to me
As i cast aside my broken body
The only thing that wafted through me
Was the crazy fact that I was free
To watch them suffer for all eternity
Weeping when they knew I had leprosy
And would have died in coma and morose
Without hands, fingers or toes

Copyright © Afam Ugwuanyi | Year Posted 2023

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Why Programmers As Single As Told By the Programs Themselves

In the cages at the zoo they crowded around each other
A million milling from father to brother
All speaking in a babel a million languages
From clicks and keyboard clacks  to switches and bandages
A group is seen on a higher levee
They understand all, the interpreters you see
While some lower below compiles the dictionary
That translates to what is used by the assembly

A little farther around a table three Gs sit
they’re a python  a Ci and Jav a’ Script
Sadly they discuss an end to their spec-ial woes
And thus the weird discussion goes
We hear the Ci talking first wheezing (he’s old)
What do you think makes girls so cold
To us our relationships’ are no success
And that’s the principal source of distress
Well as for me a girl who can’t commit
(Python interjects) I can’t have here cos she’s a git
And by the way Ci you need to have some class
There are some social functions you should pass

(An argument ensues)
Well I’m not the one who treats them like objects
That’s why they hate you, the Ci interjects.
And Jav a’ Script forget all the hype
You really need to settle on a type
Jav retorts, You’re the ones behaving slack
When they leave you simply call them back
Console them too if they cry
Be prepared to catch them if they try
Ah yes the man who always rejects
The promises he promised, (Python interjects)

(A lull in the storm, they begin to examine others)
Assembly’s got to make himself understood
Most of what he says goes under the hood
Swift’s got to slow down and not dart around
and Vue needs to react to  their sound
There’s a theory I’d like to test
Says Python (although it’s half in jest)
If we work together as a unit
Then maybe we’ll be able to git one init?
And have mocha babies like Sinon no thanks
I’d rather throw myself on the express
Outside the cage the label reads
An endangered species with special feeds
Only pizza and soda strictly junk
For the whacky programmers inside this hunk
Sorry to say but you may regret it
Cause only programmers will read this and get it

Copyright © Afam Ugwuanyi | Year Posted 2023



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Haiku of Random Thoughts

Clutching golden rings
The divorcees sign the end
Of a bad divorce

The stranger arrives
Grasping the death sentences
The locals refuse

Troops converge with drums
Signaling to the vultures
That prey has arrived

Copyright © Afam Ugwuanyi | Year Posted 2022

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The Spook

Cold was the night when I sat down
The dimples on my cheeks were brown
When they're supposed to be bright red
The fear had gone into my head
I began scribbling with my pen
Words flowed out from that inky den
And danced with the flickering candlelight
Like Goosebumps tales told at night
Indeed it was a gruesome sight
Alone with ghouls of fear and fright
Stories were spewed and told again
Of wars, trust, betrayal and pain
of dragons, knights and leprechauns
And Chimera dining with djinns and fauns
Where Wellington cried Waterloo
And China hugged the Spanish flu
I was caught unaware that time flies
Caught in Anansi's web of endless lies
And bestial shapes spurned the papyrus
Groveled in oil exhumed from Cyprus
As Bucephalus crowned Archimedes
With the golden armor of Diomedes
The LNM stilled the North seas
The West, under siege from zom- bees
And the myth and magic of the ethereal
That mad, mad world, unseen for real
All came as one in blatant prose
There time and my pen both froze
The cosmos had let and closed the deal
The life surged to the inky seal
I felt a sudden chill down m'spine
Just at my door was Frank-in-stein

Copyright © Afam Ugwuanyi | Year Posted 2022

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The Street

The footfall of civilians
the screeching of the cars
The wailing of the siren
Perched on the ambulance
The blaring of the radios
issuing from the shops
The robbers fleeing oh no
At the sound of the cops
The droning of the airplanes
From the airport nearby
The beggar counting his gains
The baby and his cry
The greeting of my dear friends
and subdued side comments
Like a road which never ends
We wait for that moment
The sighting of an egret
When we all shout with glee
The call from the minaret
Street noise and its melee

Copyright © Afam Ugwuanyi | Year Posted 2022

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Just Another Message

Mama was going to be very busy today
(very busy cos it was Saturday)
There were jobs and work to do 
Piles of clothes and washing too
Usually she would be preoccupied
And the children will have a day not fried
by “What are you doing” or “Get off that Swing”
or “Stop that playing and make that bell ring”
Those jerky and crazy stuff they’d do 
Or make us do now i’m confused
So anyway the soap was out
Used up in her laundering bout
And she pointed a crooked finger and said
Jimmy , "Two Ariel One peak milk, six Joy soap and bread"
Poor Jimmy could only stare and mope
And she spit on the floor and she cried
Make sure you’re back before that's dried
And she tossed some  bills and turned her face
And poor Jimmy began his roundabout race
Chanting
"Two Ariel, One peak milk, six Joy soap and bread"
"Two Ariel, One peak milk, six Joy soap and bread"

For a while the going was understood
he took short cuts the going was good
Then he met old Olaf by the door 
And stop to greet him but only swore
Now I've messed it up. Which is what?
Is it three joy soap or bread I thought
(And he confused his poor brain the more)
Now it was "Three bread, six Joy milk, and Ariel flour"
Thankfully Mallam Habib’s shop was by the corner
Though Jimmy didn’t know it , he was a goner
He stumbled breathlessly, "I need these
Two Ariel One Joy, and three Peak peas"
Habib stared at him and held back a guffaw
Nevertheless he took the money and then he saw
Written in tiny and clear print, it firmly said
Give him "Two Ariel, One peak… bread"
Jimmy was so thankful "You’re so kind
how do you even y’know read my mind"
"But what’s the fun if I told you
Run along you have a job to do"
Jimmy snapped and sadly cradled his behind
Of course he knew the spit had dried
And if there was anything Ma was good at
It was spanking with a baseball bat

Copyright © Afam Ugwuanyi | Year Posted 2023

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The Eleventh Hour

I made lots of plans and vision boards
And lots of New Year Resolutions
On how I'd swim in bullion wads
By the Christmastime celebrations

I'd promise myself a new PC
And new clothes and shoes and new outlooks
That I'd stop anime, Marvel and DC
And focus more on all my books

I said I was gonna be a programmer
(Well I made that one I got my cert)
I promised myself a life of Futurama
(But it still feels like Ernie and Bert)

My vision board really overflowed
Of all the things I'd love to do
Many crazy ideas, some borrowed
To eat and eat and travel too

I said maybe I wont be single again
But then that angle was a blast
Cos everyone around called dating a pain
And so it never came to pass

I feel the whole year went to zag
At every point I wanted to zig
Cos in every quarter, I lagged, I lag
And I'm still such an unlucky prig

Yet there're things I've got to thanks about
I became better than I was last year
A programmer, a no-code guy and all the doubt
I had was erased out my ear

I guessed this was supposed to come much later
When the year was fully done and done
Cos right now out there there's some hater
Rejoicing his ass that I've not won

I wish my vision board all played out well
That all those deals didn't go sour
Still wish I didn't have to have this hell
My Recollections at the eleventh hour

P.S. Don't think this is a rant and complaint
Just taking the year as it came
I had fun and joy and memories so quaint
It reminded me of my otaku game

Copyright © Afam Ugwuanyi | Year Posted 2023

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Book: Reflection on the Important Things