Onwuasoanya FCC Jones
Biography of Onwuasoanya FCC Jones
Onwuasoanya FCC Jones is a theater arts graduate of the prestigious Imo State University, Owerri, Imo State in Nigeria.
He is an activist cum nationalist playwright, poet, essayist, public affairs analyst/commentator. A theatre director, and an aspiring politician.
He is the CEO of FRAP PAINTS, a small scale paint manufacturing outfit based in Abuja. He is married to Mrs. Goodluck FCC Jones. the marriage is blessed with a daughter, Chimnalulumogu Bluemoon Mary-Franklin FCC-Jones
Onwuasoanya FCC Jones's Works:
Emotional Creations (poetry collections) .
Rebels For A Reason and Other Plays (Drama) .
Our Duty (Drama)
Onwuasoanya FCC Jones Poems
No One Has It All
So scorching the sun, So acerbic the climate, The bowel is empty and barking, Quite hard I strive but just little returns.
Nigeria's Chains, Our Challege
Trials are the lineaments of great nations Giants are grown by strife Gains and trophies are sure after troubles Africa's giant shall rise again!
Wail On, Wole
WAIL ON, WOLE. At four scores, Strength like of a baby you still exude, Laying no claim to sainthood,
Marriage is imprisonment, There are happy inmates to whom freedom is never a wish And the stressed mates who desperately seek an end to their terms None can say 'Nay' or 'Aye'
My Love's Eyes
In my Love's eyes there is everlasting light, the slightest of blindness, the lightest of blur, they are in a distance, never to be reached.
Our Nigeria Is Like No Other
Have you tried a traverse through the oceans? Have you attempted an exploration of towns and cities? Admirible are the beauties of the first world, Enthralling is America,
The Seamiest Life
Oh! How often I wonder: Who can change their thoughts? How desperately I long: The cleansing of those scuzzy minds:
Deadening My Heart
My thinking is sinking, My sinking disastrous, But to you alone, the key to my rescue lies. Bleeding my heart,
Forgive My Thoughts
Mysterious deeds! Wonderful consequences! Many interpretations, little corrections! Assuaging meant,
Oshiomhole (For Adams, The People's Gen...
I revere those who die for what they believe in, I revere them that are firm in what is right. For life is but an abysmal tunnel for anyone who has not found what he could die for. He gropes, he trembles and he is cheated.
Vulgarity At Dawn
The day is fresh on this campus, Exams fast approaching, Mathematics fast learned, By mathematicians still learning.
Journeying through the paths of life, Though most, thorny may be, With travelers bruising their heels just to carry on, Others breaking their bones, but limping on.
Awake Oh Patriots!
Terribly are we beaten up, Irritably have bed bugs infested our bed chamber, Our beddings have been sullied, The innocent sizzly blood of our brothers sullied our beddings!
When the ding-dong calls from the dinette, We no longer need fear the dingy dinner in a flat clean dish. When I thirst, and I am thrifty, The water in bottles no longer need be the only sure guarantee against diarhea, typhoid and other death mongers.
Thirty One Thanks To Jah
31 years have rolled by since my first cry in the world,
Mother didn't murder me, thanks to Jah
Father may have flung me away, but for Jah.
I have lost friends younger than myself within this sojourn,
Some didn't have the pleasure of their first cry,
Some didn't live to hear the first cry of another,
Some didn't get the license to fornicate,
So many had brighter chances, but couldn't go to school.
It is to God's glory that I have got all that,