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Corruption Cum Recession

Unprecedented and unannounced
The sound out-hauls the band
The beat of corruption much allowed
Now in dual they posses the land

Who should the finger now highlight
The finger itself is bent and bet
White in the day but black at night
The unlucky hens now incur the rent

Hope appears to be mirage
The eyes of lake that much discharge
Who then can we behold
The more we shout the bold it grows

Prices are at high liaising with the sky
Suffering and cross but cozy for them
They think of vintage and never to die
Believing that good thirst will always be firm

Will the villain ever remain on top
And for how long will the poor ever remain a rung
The druse and lump are yet to slump
And the bliss of men is yet a song

How much more the afloating suppression
The tongue yet bridled
The voices silenced with cohesion
And When would impartiality ever be rekindled

The country is at quake
But the top is never at stake
Always rewarded for nothing but hooting
And never remanded for logging and looting

The world is round
And the earth is ground
What will the generation say
And who will the repercussion spare

Corruption 
Or recession
In whom can we locate solution
To safeguard our dear generation

You have your own role
I have my own role
Endeavour to play your own part
In order to make an impact.

©Izunna Okafor 2017

Writer; poet, essayist, novelist, publicist, columnist, journalist and Igbo Language Activist.

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Easter With House Spinster

With underlying arms well akimbo
Seductively they glance at each other
Smiles seasonally defined
Amidst celebration in the bed of rose

Gently they pulled their panties
Preaching to one another amidst copulation
The Bible too far from bed
Humbly replaced  rubber cum metal

None was Godly alarmed
The Reason for the season ruefully undermined
Where then lies the climax
As ejaculation overtakes redemption

Who will save the saving Jesus
Lonely outstretched on the cross
Works already ongoing on the second grave
Christ Himself has run drought of blood

Where lies a candid remorse
For the pints already outpoured
Salvation has grown archaic
Wooing versus soul winning epitomize affray of the moment

How can the immoral game be refereed
The spinster is much in need of it
Gently lovely lowly she plays her wing
Who can suspend the salacious match

Time is here at hand
When Christ Himself shall arise with whistle
Showing the end of the match
And making selection for next league
Being the reason for the season

© Izunna I. Okafor 2017

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Roasted Faraway, for Pius Adesanmi

By Izunna Okafor



Beyond the shrubs of Sahara 
Lifted a munt of brainy bond 
Over the Mississippi of Ethiopia
Lofted a penner with his hunky thoughts

Across the bridge of a foreign land
Hovered a book of beautiful pages
Tightly enclaved yet as an Ireland
In a skull rounded in the clime of golden edges

Off the coast of Addis Ababa
Tears rang bell aloud
Beholding a star being staggered
In a nimbus of a faraway land 

A heroic pen was raptly melted
As the book of many pages shattered across the ocean
A nation's pride has become ashes
Making a wave in the hist of the deadly world

Oh! he was roasted faraway
Faraway his father land
Amidst tears in the eyes his nation
A great gem was ruefully tossed

The ashes of his fecund head
The cranes of his creative fingers 
The cremains of his eagle eyes 
Now pose lifeless in a foreign land

He's gone
A hero is gone
Roasted in a faraway land
Oh! He's gone forever.

© Izunna Okafor, 2019.

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My Love My All

World's Longest Love Poem (second edition)


Title: My love my all

Edited by Izunna Okafor


Editor's Note:

Out of their ardency, eighteen poets and poetry lovers identified with the need to give the 2020 Valentine celebration a poetic taste glamour.

With a view to harvest and immortalize this zeal, each of these bards donated a tranche of poetic condiment in response to a call for submissions made in that regard.

The fabrication of these romantic lines of epopees, as was edited by Izunna Okafor, gave birth to this panoramic poetic montage —My Love My All.

Here in this second edition of this journey, these poets explore the theme to register what love holds for them and their inamoratos in its various dimensions.



They write:


My love my all
In whose heart my treasure grows
From whose spine my pleasure flows
Nigher oh my love for in you I repose my all

Where is the inamorata who chained my treasure
She whose smile holds my pleasure!
The time fast approaches,
With its augur on rose hedges..

Where are you, my love, my all.
You whose love tower, I grow tall.
The field of love is verdant with hue;
My heart wanders for nothing, but you!

Give me the love that leads the way
And the kiss that heals the pierced heart
The faith that nothing can dismay
Lest I sink to be a clod.

Stretch your loving hand to me my love
The hand which comforts beyond measure 
In the midst of adversity  
You shall forever be my treasure.   

Come to me my love. 
And feel me all as my heart trembles for your love 
Out of my loneliness  
Heal me and hold me closer to thee.

Loneliness becomes an unbearable sickness
Every second your absence is felt
Storms trouble my sailing heart
In every flash of our last romance.

Never will the world ever be sweet
If not with you reposing on my laps
In you alone
I found meaningless of life without a woman.

You are my all and true love
Both far and near
For in you, I felt what Nnewi's progenitor felt for Nnobi damsel
That made him start a religion deifying her

Your love tastes like abacha 
And Nwoke Udi special palm-wine
joined together
My love my all
? s?gbuo m!!!

The smile on your face is sun
The only thing that stands when everything becomes dark.
Your smile is a map directing men of goodwill
I will camp you in my heart forever.

For you are my salt
That flavors the taste of my love.
And you are my light,
That brightens my darkest plights.

For God's love to all,
He gave His only Son.
But for His love for me,
He gave a precious gift of you
my heart's key.

You pick the lock
Oh! You do it all over again
My heart, creaking, opening its arms to you
You, gliding in with a fragrance of warmth.

Your visits leave me nimble
Your sweet perfume arouses my soul
And when you sway, that liquefied sublime motion
My brain falls into oblivion.

Deeper in your veins my love flows
Beckoning you closer to my sinews 
Peak me to the point my love temper swells
For in you all trust I my all

Your love and touch are sensational
They give this feeling of nostalgia
And make me feel like an infant
Please let me be your boo just for a day or two.

Thy love is better than wine
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels
As the lilly among thorns
So is my love for you!

As the apple tree among trees,
So are you before me always.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
Onitemi! kiss me, with the kisses of your mouth.

Clothe my heart with your love,
For its own love is dead.
Toss off one bit of it,
And the garden would be finer than Eden.

Hold my lips, let's make it last,
Now I am seconds closer to you.
Let it be a thing they could jot down,
Knowing well how much we love each other.

Youare my love my all, 
On this beautiful island of scented glory, surrounded by the emerald sea 
Under the blue sky and crescent moon of passion
And blessed with the sweet serenade of nightingales. 

I crave to dwell in the freshness of your presence
Which is as pure as a lily;
As rare as a blue rose 
And as lovely as venus.

I only desire company of you
To better express the freedom
Found in our affection
For you are my all.

In sincere confession of this,
I beseech God to marry us
In timeless matrimony of divine and infinite love
Beneath the twilight of cupid's divinest dreams.

My love you’re my all
My forever Valentine 
My giant for eternity you make me feel secure even when all around me is chaos!
Your imperfections are nature's reward to me.

They define your humanity, 
In that man who is perfect lies all the deceit in the world.
My love you’re my all

While we fold and drink from each others' lips
And as moon lends a scenting aroma to our eyes
At this love station, countless for the trip,
Then I hear a voice pouring from the skies:

"This liquid love will soon solidify
Only take your sleep gently and watch tears dry
For I shall be coming by,
Yes, I."

How can I make you see what I feel
When love is blind? 
When I push hard
You might think love is wicked 

Here you are staring at me
The only thing I want is to deep my lips into yours
And our love will be unbreakable 
Don't call it magic, it's a miracle!

With you, it's like honey and bread
Sweet to the body and blessing to the soul
My love, with you I know we will reach for the stars and even beyond
With you, I have no cause to look elsewhere, cause I am at rest.

With you, I feel complete
You make me see the beauty in my imperfections
Your love gives me room to live and truly live
With you, I am a giant with great strides.

Give me your love, and I will give you my all
Kill me with love, and resurrect me with love
For it's a season of love
Oh! Valentine is here again.




Contributors:


Izunna Okafor

Nket Godwin

Odinaka Nworie

Innocent Chikodiri Paul

Nwokeabia, Ifeanyi John

O'star Eze

John Chizoba Vincent

Stanley Ezechukwu

Rosemary Nwadike

Dishon Obok

Gloria Oluchi John

Kayode Awojobi

Chidiebere Ezekwesili

Marcel Ike Okonkwo

Dayo Ayilara

Maureen Onyinye Kenneth

Udo Okoronkwo-chukwu

Michael David Ogbonnaya.

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Friendship: Just Like a Palm Tree

Friendship: Just Like a Palm Tree 


By Izunna Okafor


From the crusts of lonely loams
It gently roots inner and outer
And softly pullulates harder and taller
To register its purpose to mankind.

Like the trunk, the bond glues harder
To the closely open hearts of soil
Who signed for mutual reciprocation.

Its oil heals internal and external wounds
Smoothens the rough path in the journey of life
And generally satisfies the ravenous and thirsty mind
Amidst love, sweetness and uncommon affableness.

It is a shelter
To those who faithfully embrace it
It is a protection 
From both the seen and the unseen blitzes.

Though it might be swayed or troubled at times
The frond fans away fears, worries and anxieties
And breezes up pleasure and comfort
Drawing from the wind and coolness of the heavens above.

From its base to the apex
Valuable is every tranche thereof
Beholding its mutual and universal foredeal
Both in the long and the short runs.

Just like a palmtree
Friendship is fecund, impactful, virtuous and gainful
Though bad may fitfully come therefrom
That, the good utterly outweighs.



About the Poet:

Izunna Okafor is a bourgeoning novelist, poet, journalist, essayist, publicist, administrator and an Igbo Language Activist who hails from Ebenator in Nnewi South Local Government Area of Anambra State.
He writes both in Igbo and English Languages, and has published enormously in both.

Izunna, a graduate of the Nnamdi Azikiwe University, has won over 20 literary awards, has four published books to his credit, in addition to hundreds of online publications, which cut across Journalism and Creative Writing.

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IJELE By David Nedu Okpokwasili

Bum! Bam! 
The exixt of jokers,
They run for they shall not witness the coming of the Ijele
They say, "are we not masquerades? ain't the Ijele as Spirit as we are?"
But, their courage fell as the Ijele prepares to dance.
For he shall not dance in the glory of distractions. 
The Ijele is a lone dancer!

Beautified in Glory,
Dotted by the colours of the rainbows,
Accentuated by the wisdom of no just sage,
He hungs on the escorts of the gods,
Led by a ready mortal, who counts as privilege his role.
The Ijele envelopes, swallows, captures, captivates.

He glows and graces forth and back, forth again!
His spectators rejoice in his spectacle. 
They hold their breath and sing his praise.
They hunger more but the Ijele does not dance longer.
He leaves when the jaws are wide and the yearns louder.

Chaka! Chaka! Gbim! Gbam! Bum! Bam!
The Ijele doesn't dance twice
Yet, his appearance satisfies his patrons
Though they yearn for more still they rejoice in his glory!

Is Albert Chinualumogu Achebe not the Ijele?!


About the Poet

David +Nedu Okpokwasili is an Anambra-based Broadcast Journalist and writer who is driven by the need to bring social change.  His articles explore themes that address the increasing "value crisis" that the society is passing through due to the global cultural exchange. David does not describe himself as a poet, but as a "sight-seeking sojourner". He wrote 'Ijele' after attending the 2019 Chinua Achebe Literary Festival which is a memorial event hosted in Awka by  Izunna Okafor, Coordinator of Society of Young Nigerian Writers, Anambra State Chapter


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What a World, for Chinua Achebe

What a World!


By Izunna Okafor

Tears roll down my cheeks
Beholding the palm tree I tapped 
From his knowledge of blue ink
With a bow, lofting off a huge gap

What a World !

Our intellectuals have all died
And the vase of wisdom dried up
The siege of our dear unbounded hist
Dusked and whisked away in a rueful tomb.

What a World !

In silence has the nature laid hold 
Of the man I cherish so bold
Parting him behind our physical ears
And boiling us in the pot of rueful  tears

What a World !

The wave blew aloud like a ruse
Kidnapping attentions as a tale
Only to jail some minds in her rue
Blinking as sorrows in the eyes of men

What a world !

We never expected an untimely departure 
But that has reposed our penner in a mellow
For the time of men is tied to the nature 
And our tears for the dead a show of sorrow

What a world! 


The death has struck deep down our marrow 
And incarcerated us to the jail of sorrow 
We wail not that he was not old
But beside us lies an empty hole
Who then will satisfy our thirsty souls

What a World!

About the Poet:


Izunna Okafor is a Nigeria novelist, poet, journalist, essayist, publicist, administrator and an Igbo Language Activist who hails from Ebenator in Nnewi South Local Government Area of Anambra State.
He writes both in Igbo and English Languages, and has published enormously in both.

Izunna, a graduate of the Nnamdi Azikiwe University, is a recipient of over twenty literary awards, and has five published books to his credit, in addition to his online publications, which cut across Journalism and Creative Writing.

Contact Details:

Phone Number: 08163938811
E-mail: izunnaokafor70@gmail.com


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Mma

Mma (Beauty)


Izunna Okafor dere ab? a


Kere kere ka ? na-egbu
?b?nad? n’anya onye ìsì
Onye chi ya g?zìrì
O were nke ya, mebe ngàlá

Mma ad?gh? n’ótú ?n?tsha
Maka na ihe d? ?t? bu ihe d? ?k?
? b? ezie na e nwere ad?gbòlója
Mana ihe a gba n’aka
E jighi ènyò ele ya

Mma so n'ihe nwaany? jiri ka ibe ya
? b?gh? naan? mma ihu
Ma ? b? ?cha ihu fanta ?kp? kooku
Kama, ezi agwa b? mma nwaany?

?m? nwoke nwere nke ha
? b?gh? naan? mma af? ?n?
Kama site na mpempe akw?kw? na-esi aj? isi
Maka na ego b? mma nwoke
Onye nwekar?a, ? makar?a
N’anya ?m? nwaany?
Na-agbanyegh? ole af? ?n? ya ha

Mma b? ego
Mma b? agwa
E nwerekwara mma ihu
Mma b?kwaz? ihe ónwúnwé

Mma niile a d? mma
Mana ihe kacha mkpà b?
G?n? ka onye nwe ya jiri ya mepute
Tupu à t?nye ihe niile ah? n'igbé
Maka na agb?gh? na-esu ùdù
Oge ya ana-aga

Mma n??le nwere ebumnobi
Mma ab?gh?kwa ihe ngàlá
Mma ab?gh?kwa maka ?p?a ?k?
Maka na otu ?b?ch?
Ihe niile ah? ga-aba n’aj? ?cha

Lezie anya ma hazie mma nke g? 
Ka i wee sòró àbàlà m?r?a am?
Maka na mma na-agafe agafe
Ab?kwa orechaara buusu goro nk?ta



Maka Onye Dere Ab? A:

Izunna Okafor b? nwaaf? Ebenat?r d? n'okpuru ?ch?ch? Nnewi Saw?t? nke steeti Anambra. ? b? onye edemede iduaz? na ab?, onye nta ak?k? na onye nkwàlite as?s? Igbo. ? g?r? na mahadum Nnamd? Azikiwe d? n'Awka, b? ebe o mere maka ihe ?m?m? nhazi ?hanaeze b? 'Public Administration' n'olu bekee.

D?ka onye edemede, o nwetala ntúrú ùgò na nkwanye ùgwù kar?r? iri ab?? na ise n'ihe gbasaara edemede, site n'ala any? na n'ogoogo mba òfèsi. Nturu ùgò na nkwanye ùgwù nd? ah? g?nyere: Nigerian Writers Award/Indigenous Writer of The Year 2015/2016; Pita Nwanna Award for Igbo Literature 2015; Nigerian Heritage Icon Award/Young Writer of the Year Federal Republic of Nigeria 2016; Anambra Exclusive Youth Choice Award/Youth Writer of The Year 2016; Future Award Africa 2016/African Prize For Education; SLAM Hero Youth International Award/Innovative Youth of the Year 2016;  Inspire Award/Outstanding Youth in Academics 2017; Ezenwa Ohaeto Prize for Young Nigerian Novelists 2015; Campus Best Writer/Journalist of The Year 2018, tinyere ?t?t? nd? ?z?.

D?ka onye nta ak?k?, ? na-ar? n'?l? mbip?ta akw?kw? ak?k? National Light, Ka ? D? Taa na Sportslight Xtra, ma na-ar?kwa n'?l? ?r? Igbo Radio, b? ?l? ?r? d? n'ikùkù ma nwee isi ngàlàbà ya na mba Canada.

Izunna na-ede akw?kw? n'as?s? Igbo na n'as?s? bekee, ma b?r?kwa onye e jìrì ?kwàlìtè as?s? na omenala Igbo wee mara.

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Nimo, My Sweet Home, By Marcel Ike Okonkwo

Written By Marcel Ike Okonkwo


Under the sound of the Ekwe Nimo
In ancestral groove
One hears the dale and might
And songs of our ancestors
In a land of rich cultural heritage.

Nimo, the land of great heroes where star guides 
And tender moon abides, 
And where the art in the belly of
Asele institute breeds creation. 

From Nimo, the ancient town of brotherly love and fraternal unity
A land of hope and fine dreams
For people with revival dedication And excellent spirits
Where the dawn of the new age
Shines upon humanity. 

In the streams and seams of our seeking hearts
Within the current of our yearning souls
Down that endless desire for provision
Oye-Nimo, the mother market Awaits with open arms to feed her children. 

A town of vibrant men and women With viral giants of the academia
A mother of astute politicians
Business moguls and doctors
Legal luminaries and engineers
A home of renowned professionals
Clergy, great patriots and patriarchs par excellence
With noble people of extra-ordinaire. 

The ancient land is not kingless
Igwe Maxi Ike Oliobi wears the crown
In nobility his essence is formed 
Oh the great lion of the Sahara
Whose roar quakes the land
And sends the mighty hiding

He leads with all sense of commitment
And unveils the great ocean of truths 
That lie undiscovered before his people
All have made Nimo a sweet home
With Nimo our sweet home
Our world of opportunity 
Is simply unlimited and infinite

Nimo Bu Enyi —A Profound Peace To You!

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Goodnight My Beloved Grandma

Goodnight My Beloved Grandma (for Elizabeth Ugoeze Nwadinobi)


By Izunna Okafor


As an ocean bleeds unbounded
Troubling the sons it founded
In pathing the ways with tracks
Tears have bathed my wang with marks

What a world  !

The wave blew aloud like a ruse
Kidnapping attentions as a tale
Only to jail some minds in her rue
Blinking as sorrow in the eyes of men

What a world !!

We never expected an untimely departure 
But that has reposed our own to her home 
For the time of men is tied to the nature 
And our tears for the dead a show of sorrow

Death has seized the noble hen
And the chicks abandoned in the dusky earth
We cry not because we need a sympathetic help
But to cough sorrow off our heavy heart

Death is wicked
And the world a tricketh
But we'll forever remember you as a mother
Farewell and goodbye our dear grandmother


Good night !

Good night !!

Good night !!!

(Your Grandson)

© Izunna Okafor 2018 

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