akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)
akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks) (23/06/1971 / Mgbowo, Enugu State, Nigeria.)
Biography of akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)
akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks) Poems
Eye link generations As they come, live, and transcend to ‘eternity' The spirit dwells and speaks through me, I am divine…
The Nigeria Meltdown
Bloomingly gloomy, The soul is moody, The cloud has gathered, Thick and threatening…
When I Dance
I dance for me, Silent vibrations from within Rhythm of the unseen,
It was a Good Friday, The day eye met you. In a dusty, harmattan ridden, exam malpracticing class. Eye became the invigilator
...We Are All Boko Haram
When we mount the pulpit To call God's kingdom to come, and The widow's might strengthen our tongues, As the congregation sow seed and pay tithes for our
Life Is Like A Football Game
Life is like a football game When you score a goal, you must play hard to defend it And even harder to score more goals,
Rhythmical thoughts, Elastic, inelastic tensions, Restless mood anticipating the invisibles In the world of fantasies
I The most productive wife of this Unholy polygamy,
Most Beautiful Girl...
She walks not the cat stage Wriggling her waist, and jerking her buttocks Like a mold of amala in the hands of mama-put, Her braless breasts are not spectacle for the audience
Unbroken fellowship, The living and dead For our love for the departed Keep us in everlasting communion as
Death And Music
A wonderful couple with mysterious nature… For a dying body, What a rhythm known and unknown, Hours, minutes, seconds,
When I Remember The Fish
When I remember the fish, The river longed me to go, Wriggling and meandering, slippery in this Imaginary waters of my world,
Accident And Emergency Unit
Surgical section, Medical section, Bed one, bed two, bed three … Feeding and oxygen tubes in nostrils, Catheter, Diapers… antiseptic odour fills the air.
Eye seek what I know not, Like an eagle hovering and scanning the Horizon, eye seek.
Where We Stand
In this desert we stand,
Forward is as far as backward.
That antidote for unseen tomorrow green,
Has become a desolate yesterday dry.
but dust and, the wind.