Biography of ONOJA ANTHONY
Born into the family of mr and mrs. Godwin Onoja Okojokwu of Ameju-Idobe, Okpoga, the legendary Idomaland of Benue State Nigeria.
He attended st.James Secondary School Odessasa Ugbokolo(2002-2008 from hence he proceeded to Study Statistics (BSc) in the University of Jos, Nigeria (2010-2014) . He is a first class Graduate of Statistics from the Department of Mathematics, University of Jos. He is currently doing his Post Graduate Studies (MSc) Mathematics (Statistics) in Jomo Kenyatta University of Agriculture and Technology (JKUAT) located in Kenya. He is a poet, and artist and a Mathematician. He is a man of humility, someone who truly belief in the power of the pen, fate and destiny.
ONOJA ANTHONY Poems
A Walk With Zombie
What a nigtmare in Naraguta valley; what a bliss in acrid darkness, what a figure of sharp aged teeth.the miseries behind dark science! ofcourse the chemistry behind this lightworld it all happen when our window gates closes.
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
Song Of Continent
We all heard the cries. Amidst the throb of life and pain, the journey of Alekwu to world of the living. Some say I will return as a king, others as a hero, myth or legend.to the animals im a lion, a tiger or a monkey.tell this story to no one but our kingsmen, our clanheads and belove inlaws. Our wives don't make love in the afternoon else you born me with shames of deformities.
Birthday Song To My Country.
Lets say we outive this flags. Lets cheer the man from Aso villa. Lets honor our leaders. For thee greatleadership.
Face Of Beauty
I saw in her eyes the face of endless beauty, flowing in her lips a river of passion, her emotion cut deep inside me, I inspired nothing but her love Deep inside the ring of unbreakable glass, I proposed to her, even the angels in heaven needs her love to entangle their wings
My Impetuous Lover
Far back behind the wheels of time, soul to soul we hold each other high.together we thight the platform of love pay back time will never count on us! never blame princess when she lost her crown, time speed so fast, now against my joy.
Beneath the great street of nightfall Benches brag, thugs of nightfall Hampered with street hooligans
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
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.
Love And Regret
So bright were the stings of time, the sparrow the drew on her melted heart
So love came so late like the winter's berries they ripe so late into summer
She is a princess that never got her crown, neither rescued as told in fairy tales
How comes her heart beat so fast like the drums of Malendi in the sun fall of Kenya
Hallow above the column, dues for the days of reckoning, sometimes fate lies
Habites in her little wonder world she felt so special, treated like a golden ring…
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