LIFE AND BIRTH
Popularly known as Magikpluz (simply Magik) , Eche Ononukwe was born at Bariga, Lagos to the family of Ononukwe. He is a native of Umuezukwe of Awo-Omamma in Oru East Local Government Area of Imo state (Nigeria) . His father., Boniface, died in 2005, when he (Eche) was about to gain admission to the Bayelsa Science and Arts as a polytechnic student.
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Eche Ononukwe Poems
We always say our land is desecrat’d; that the whites from the wintry land
A WITNESS TO THE FORGOTT'N
In one silv’ry night, when the eyes of the moon peep’d thro’ the sky
I'M CRAZY FOR YOU (JOY EYISI)
My love for you is young and old, old like Great Rome,
FROM THE DARK AGED CONTINENT
A people comes hurrily from the dark aged continent,
JUST FOR OUR RIGHTS
We shall strive for the freedom of man, and not be prevent’d by our torturers’ heavy hands.
AFRICA, MY ANCIENT HOME!
I met my lov’r on the day I was born; I admir’d her splendid beautiful face;
HERE COMES THE NEW PARADISE!
1. To your shame, Big Brothers,
I See a Star (For Joy Eyisi)
I see a star above the sky,
COMING AND GOING...
Deep down in the testes; testes wrapp’d in a thick scrotus,
FOR YOU CANNOT TELL MY PROWL
On my reasoning, you trample; so will I convince you ethically
A HEART OF FLESH
I have got a fleshy heart for you, but you give me not the openness I deserves;
I'VE TRAVERS'D ALL
I’ve toil’d all ov’r the earth, looking for the real equality;
ACCUSATIONS UPON ACCUSATIONS
Consid’r what I see here on earth with my God-giv’n bifocals,
DURING FESTIVITY, WE FIND MIX'D FEELINGS
n this moment time, come we with top joy,
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We always say our land is desecrat’d;
that the whites from the wintry land
came with their heavy machine guns,
firing here and there our aged-civiliz’d land
like Shylock on the flesh of Antonio.
But we’re quick to forget
that we fought ‘em heart and soul
to claim back our enslav’d land,
which they demanded from us –
they won us, we won ‘em lat’r.
After a long period of perpetual chains,
we won our land, thanks to our Chineke God.
Now we rule ourselves yet enslave ourselves,
with our ...