Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson (31/12/1987 / Ebonyi State Nigeria)
Biography of Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
My name is Okronkwo Jackson Jonathan. I am from Afikpo North Local Government Area of Ebonyi State in Nigeria. I was born 31st December 1987. My passion for writing developed when I was 13. At 18 I wrote lots of works which covered various areas of poetry, drama and motivational novels. My art flows from what I call Reflection of Passion and more through inspiration. Most of My Poems are a pure reflection of passion while some of them serve as a message and also stand as a description of what is and what ought to be.
There is nothing that gives me more joy than when I pick my manuscripts to behold the works of Inspiration. I studied Philosophy in Madonna University Okija, Anambra State of Nigeria. I am indebted to God who created me with such talent and to my late uncle whom I called father, for being my earthly god to direct me. There is nothing that gives me joy more than piece of creativity. I act, I script write and as well direct. In fact these are my hobbies and I derive joy in them. I also love debate forum where intellectuals share like mind. I love to be called mad for the sake of creativity because he who is not mad can never be creative.
Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson's Works:
Though not published yet, I am working currently on five books now which are in the areas of motivational, philosophical, religious, historical and political.
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- A Dark End
- A Lover's Chant
- A River of Tears
- A Silent Walk At Night.
- Actual Delusion
- And When the Storm is Over
- Another Tears
- Aura Of Passion
- Avenge Our Blood
- Ballad of Anguish
- Ballad of Anguish II
- Blinks of Expectation
- Broken Wings
The Lone Heart
Out in the night of tears,
Sits the Lone Heart-
Listening to the gentle whispers which,
No joy brings.
Lost in the darkness of sorrow,
The weeping heart rips_