Emeka Williams Etumnu

Emeka Williams Etumnu Poems

Voice of my Pride

Everyday I wake up
With the dream, be top
...

Is never late to pen down
Lovely poems for you
To show my love for you
First love
...

Since I met you
My whole life has change
Since I met you
Your type is rare
...

Our hearts bleed
We're caught up in the crossfire
Our lives are snuff
Where are the ones we chose?
...

Baby, you are Queen that I adore
You're a princess I honour
I love you, truly, I love
And like the petal you attract me
...

We wake to see racism
Still grappling to believe
What just happened
In Minneapolis
...

Oh Mrs Nkiru ka
I know you detest okwu nu ka
And lov' aki na ukwa
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I want to blow like Timaya
Go global like Wizkid
Remain relevant like 2face
Be original like Phyno
...

The morning cool breeze
as it travels round my skin
Reminds me of the freshness of the day
The scorching sun burning
...

Many times I wonder
As the rhythm of my heart goes
Ding dong, ding dong
I ponder
...

As I scribble a tribute
With my quill
Deep in the ink of pain
Drop of tears roll down
...

The ozone layer dying
I heard her crying
Like a helpless newborn baby
Dropping angry rays
...

Emeka Williams Etumnu Biography

The poet is a Postgraduate student of Mass communication and a member of the African Council for Communication Education. He once participated in the Nigerian Centenary Quiz competition in 2014. The poet premiered in the stage play " Joy of Professor Abednego Jr" written by Hon. Jerry Alagbaoso in 2018, he has also worked with the Nigerian Television Authority, International as a content creator.)

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Voice Of My Pride

Voice of my Pride

Everyday I wake up
With the dream, be top
What will kick me to ride
The voice of my pride

Sometimes I'm down
She'll whispers don't be a clown
To be weigh down by tide
The voice of my pride

I want to be great
It's never too late
Don't give heed to deride
The voice of my pride

My life, down the drain
No, sun shine after the rain
In the raging storm, abide
The voice of my pride

Like the Iroko, many times I fall
Felt never to rise tall
Never be tired in the stride
The voice of my pride

In her words I find solace
My path I have retrace
Like an angel her voice, my guide
The voice of my pride

In the days of old, hardly I glee
Now, new beginning I see
Credit to the voice that never subside
The voice of my pride.

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