Born into the family of mr and mrs. Godwin Onoja Okojokwu of great Idomaland of Benue State Nigeria.
I attended st.James secondary school Odessasa Ugbokolo(2002-2008) were I proceeded to university of Jos to study. Mathematics/statistics. more »
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ONOJA ANTHONY Poems
My Unrequited Lover
With my clear youthful eyes I saw her jump out of endless sky Trying to win the passion of final fantasy, ah! Amidst the most perfect woman
BONE OF MY SOUL
How can I forget thee? Oh terror of my delight In those days monsters were kings The sun blossom forth the rails of swine and the loving moon cares for her children
The Isle princess in the dream.
In the dream I dreamt a dream.the woman of the crested isle era. In the sail of my tour, the ship is of pure crystal gold. The sea of glassy drizzling waters, the waves were splashes of diamond thunders. Faires were our Crewmates, the captain is a Cherub and of love.
Beneath the great street of nightfall Benches brag, thugs of nightfall Hampered with street hooligans
Tales From Timothy
I could have merry out of the stars Pearls from breathful jungs of Plateau Mountains were job of jex and honour The moving life laugh out of us in pains
Song Of Soul
Thou thee paths where we race Appealing the whispers made by gods This route were lonely and narrow
Time A Time
Time beget its route, blissful togs of clock jars.occupy by dazzle moment, ornaments of sorrow or memories were reckoned in her spring wings... Above all it swing like an insect more like a racing horse in warfront. Knowing fully the would be events
Sandra Lost Her Pride
When we bend the wind and glory of time to reach thy coast... When we fought monarchs and robbed our pockets to please thy beauty Making the world around us a den of poverty....
The Serpent Girl
Tall and tempty wavering in turmoil of beauty, too eligant to behold, too dangerous to treasure. A property of the reserver... And the feathers of limbo shattered down the troop of greatness. As I look I saw dark serpent lurking down the shed of greatness.
Flag Of Leadership
Turning and toiling on the evening grapes I saw the wind dusting by and it urge so unique and chill I saw the laughter amidst the terror from Barfanater running down my lips How may I embrace this task ahead? To see not to look for look at Luke is Luke but the torment of pataki.
Suit Too Nice Along The Blue World
Suit too nice along the blue sea world Suit us though this bliss of abyssal world The flicks of reckless broken sliver waves The dreams of simbat and seven seas
Jolly! jolly! whosoever I catch is my prey She hides in savannah and green world As I search the entire heaven corners Then we sing the song of rainfall and dance the bleat of goats and birds whistle alike.
Moaning through this blue african moon The stars were blue icy flames of dark emptiness, then this smooth touch on my lips, the route to passive fantasy! thou thy marvel were weapon of deceit Truly she was black but beautiful
THE GIRL FROM MY VILLAGE
Among this passive coral, the trend of this lonely path They that shook off the dust of souls amidst another hot season of the year The streamers all on their bowels
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My Unrequited Lover
With my clear youthful eyes
I saw her jump out of endless sky
Trying to win the passion of final fantasy, ah!
Amidst the most perfect woman
Creating nothing but shadows of perfect beauty again leaping through
Here comes the song of confusion as this aged twig tree sprinkled by beauty
Self-potrait, I recall her beauty
Every quorium of my heart sing her praise
What a song of sun
Though tears on my pillow as we rivet the doom from heartbreak
Even the president promised her a tent
Seeing nothing but coins from central bank, jilting the skulls of her ...