akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)
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,
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,
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
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.
Call me waste, call me muck, Call me dirt, call me useless, Put me in a black bag, dump me at wish, Generate me and discard me,
They Remembered D.
A princess full of love and charity.
She abandoned the tired eye of London
For the palpating pyramids of the Pharaoh’s.
And without reservation, she centered her universe
In the romantic embrace of this Prince of the Nile. The
Pharaohs true son, the momentary conqueror of
The Crown of She That Does No Wrong.
It was a highway to be gone