Eche Ononukwe

Rookie (22 November 1984 / Bariga, Lagos)

Eche Ononukwe Poems

1. The Dog In The Manger 2/26/2010
2. Pens And Persuasions 2/26/2010
3. The Fringe Of Our Land 2/26/2010
4. Second-Class Citizens 2/26/2010
5. Accusations Upon Accusations 2/27/2010
6. I'Ve Travers'D All 2/27/2010
7. We Must Be In Peace And Not In Pieces 2/27/2010
8. Make Ways For Others 2/27/2010
9. Turning White Into Black 2/27/2010
10. Call To Eternal Holiness 2/27/2010
11. Set Forth At Dawn 2/27/2010
12. The Sea And My Gold 2/27/2010
13. Our Language Is Black And White 2/27/2010
14. Our Heav'Nly Race 2/27/2010
15. Comfort To The Deligent 2/27/2010
16. Pride Not Yourself, O Night! 2/27/2010
17. Until We With Death Travel 3/1/2010
18. Moth'R Of The Learn'D 3/1/2010
19. Sympathy For The Cocks? 3/1/2010
20. We Must Be Comfort'D 3/1/2010
21. Who Says Knowledge Is Lost? 2/27/2010
22. Like The Beard Of Aaron 2/27/2010
23. O, You Ancient Mighty Sleep! 2/27/2010
24. The World Is Not Worth Trusting 2/27/2010
25. My Destiny With Two Faces 3/1/2010
26. We Have A Call Each To Answer 3/1/2010
27. The Journey On This Road 3/5/2010
28. Things Have Fall'N Apart 3/5/2010
29. At The Backyard 3/5/2010
30. The Gods Have Spok'N 3/5/2010
31. During Festivity, We Find Mix'D Feelings 3/5/2010
32. Dove 3/5/2010
33. A Hymn To My Mak'R 3/5/2010
34. On My Feet 3/5/2010
35. His Past, His Future 3/5/2010
36. My Jewel 3/5/2010
37. Worry Not Yoursel'Vs 3/5/2010
38. In A Distant Land From Home 3/5/2010
39. The People Of The River 3/5/2010
40. Just Look At Their Folly 3/5/2010
Best Poem of Eche Ononukwe

From The Dark Aged Continent

A people comes hurrily

from the dark aged continent,

emerging as the world super-power

in no distant time.

A people once a colony

of one European species;

a people once oppress’d,

and culture down-turn’d by the bleach’d culture.



Here comes the people of tough black skin,

conquering peoples upon peoples

to rule the whole world with

their own refin’d science and arts:

a people of one soul, one way, one mind.

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The Fringe Of Our Land

Long, long ago

when, they say, we liv’d in huts,

in peace and in plenty we dwelt;

then came those ov’r-ripp’d pawpaws;

sermons, they preach’d

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