Onwuasoanya FCC Jones
Onwuasoanya FCC Jones Poems
|1.||This Height Of Yours. (For Ms. Ellen Sirleaf Johnson On That Fateful Night)||4/19/2011|
|3.||Awake Oh Patriots!||6/29/2011|
|5.||Vulgarity At Dawn||7/1/2011|
|6.||Oshiomhole (For Adams, The People's General)||7/1/2011|
|7.||Forgive My Thoughts||7/3/2011|
|8.||Deadening My Heart||7/3/2011|
|9.||The Seamiest Life||7/3/2011|
|10.||Our Nigeria Is Like No Other||1/24/2012|
|12.||Wail On, Wole||7/28/2014|
|13.||Nigeria's Pains, Our Challenge||8/7/2014|
|14.||Yes, We Are Nigeria||10/1/2014|
|16.||New Year Wish For Nigeria (2012)||10/5/2014|
|17.||Thirty One Thanks To Jah||4/26/2015|
|18.||I Hail From Akokwa, Hail Akokwa!||6/20/2015|
|19.||My Love's Eyes||4/19/2011|
|20.||Nigeria's Chains, Our Challege||11/24/2013|
|21.||No One Has It All||4/19/2011|
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.
All nights sleepless or just a tormentuos turn-turn.
Sweating all day, just to move the jaw.
Singing to my ears the invidious song of malaria,
Perching to effect plasmodium transmission,
These cursed flies that do man no good keep doing.
When it is dawn, I dare not pray for dusk,
Aware of the ill-treat I will receive when I should rest.
When it's dusk, I pray it never rains,
Cognizant of my open air hovel.
Rain drops do cause a...
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.
When NAFDAC recognizes, the risk is less agonizing.
Five naira takes care of my thirst,
The taste is the taste of satisfaction,
Just because there is integrity in food and drug control!
When nippers scratch and are nauseous,