MY FAMILY MY EVERYTHING

Nothing will worth that
Warm cuddle i feel with you and
Those kisses you pull on my
Fore head like i won a medal.
This is incomparable.
My family My everything

Oh dear ! you are sweeter than
Wine
For you have crowned me with joy
As i see my beloved daughter kissing baby from belle.
She came to us when i most needed Consoler to lightening up my world
Words are not enough to say how i
Feel seeing you coming up with our
Second child
My family My everything

Not like i know all about you my
Love or to the love you show
Through the night as i get on you
But i know one thing for sure that
You are a goddess of joy
To the blessing you brought to my
Home i appreciate
For my daughter call you mum
But i call you Gold
My family My everything

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I WAS THERE

I have been raised to be a conqueror
With the world
To stand and see the earth grow,
watch and hear sea sings
In loneliness of thoughts i heard
Humanity calling.
I was there when sun shine in
Sahara and rain drops in her desert

As its bond in them to hold me in
Chain to see their weakness behind
I have been held to feel the existence in nature, where lays the
Source.
To that i stand tall like Egyptian Pyramids for freedom

I was there when history was about
To be written by westerns
When all were measured i was called
Slave
Like a Zoo artifact they watch me
Been weep and naked me for mockery.

In all the pain i was with them when
Civilization become head way
With my blood i fought side ways
Along to win the battle for liberation
All were achieved in my strength and
Still they racist against being Black
To the pain, slavery and racist I'm
Proud to be called an African man.

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OGBANJE

Realms of different kingdoms
What will one give to you for
Inner world to come alive
To this gods you appeal and to all
You know.
Not to those ancestral ogene you
Heard from the tone of gods but to it
you awake your being.

Ogbanje, much have you heard
And see, not in the ordinary time
But in the imaginary sense of
Knowing its real when your reality
Shows the supernatural.

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CHILD SOLDIER IN BOKO HARAM CAMP

Suddenly, it sounds like blast
covering all the surface with
Black smoke.
Could it be the destruction of
Abuja Zuma rock? or the new
Development the government
Promises?
I thought.

To all hills of Abuja down to far
North, to red clay of east and to
Dark clay in west have i grassed
My cattle
In all i have seen the beauty of this
Country from different high hills
Have i viewed.

Like dream i have been held against
My wish to fight for something
I knew nothing about.
To fight beast i have been taught
How to fight wild beast that comes
After my cattle but now I'm in camp
Of boko haram learning how to kill
My kind for religionous gain

I'm young and little to choose
My rights to freedom
For i have been given a gun against
My will to fight for boko haram.
Can someone save me? save me
From the terror I'm becoming.
For i choose to be a herdsman in
The field 

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DONT JUDGE ME

To those firing period i never
Thought i will survive
Planning ahead like all the
Expectant desire will come
At once.
Never say never to those time
Struggle never turn in place

Just like i will live forever as i
Choose carefully to the risk that
Will announce my greatness to
The world.
To those unbearable act i did
just to keep the existence in me
Are never a free task to absorved easily

Life never smile at me freely
Without a bountiful sacrifice for
The exchange.
Not to blood alone i have offered but
To my sweat i have given

I have acquired so little with my strength
But within me all acquired is great in my heart

I know what you think of me,

Yes i know I'm guilt of life but
Never guilt of the mystery i see
Unsolved.

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                    8/3/2016

CHOOSING MY REST

CHOOSING MY REST

Beast die, man die and all
that walketh on the earth will
Die.
Deeds never dies
Those activities done to nature
Are like a good ending to the work of 

A man that labour hard under the sun
And died without reward

Like I'm scared of laying straight
In a casket as i will go beneth the
Earth.

And not like I'm strong to feel all
The pain i had within alone  

Just like any other man, i bleed
And to the pain i feel, i cry out to it

I will rest i know but great will i live
Along in the memories of my loved
ones.

As my deeds live in many life that 

I have touched positively.

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TWISTED AFFAIR

When u flirt with ladies in different
Location later knowing
There are all twisted together as
Family. OMG.
Thats called woman trafficking too. Guys be careful. AIDS IS REAL

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AFRICAN GOLD

Not to the ear of Colonials
That toiled down to the heart
Beauty of Africa for that hidden
Treasure.
Damsel, have you heard about
Black gold?

That's to you will i save many of it
Cause your skin is unique and
Unbleached and to you will i give
All the Ghanaian gold

Many have choose to change their
Skin cause of the pain of
Discrimination of race but you are
Proudly an African woman to
Embrace to skin color.
For that to you will i call you the
Most hidden treasure colonials
Never find.
Take all the gold my dear and take
All my love.

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BRIGHT UZOCHUKWU

Books are kept in library like
No one has ever opened it before
Emptying those pen like nothing
Has ever been written with it before

Checking on every book i read like
I see another life in the tales i read
Staring long onto the history i wish
To write about before i dust away in
Time.

All i ever read is in me and much
I have seen is attached in my experience.
I'm Bright Uzochukwu and none of
Thrives have i seen in the wall of a
Library but my invest swim the sea
Of an ink

Yet no one heard.
Those books that speaks or those
Thought that wish to come alive
These are filled blank books and
Great thoughts with an empty ink
But i write on the wall of history with
My blood as ink

I'm Bright Uzochukwu and none of
My wings are broken to the idea that
Will come on board as i write

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CHINUA ACHEBE

The old man's bed
Of straw caught a flame blown
From overnight logs by harmattan's
Incendiary breath.
Defying his age and sickness he
Rose and steered himself
Smoke-blind to safety....... Chinua Achebe....