Ikechukwu Ogbuike
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This is a sample copy of a letter that was written to our President by a small boy and her sister.
Dear Sir,
I want to appeal to you sir to come to the aid of my family before it's too late.
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Freedom is such a clean and rare air
It feels somewhat improper breathing it only with the nose
So we open up our eyes, our ears, and our mouth
Sometimes we go naked to take it in because in this particular chow there could never be an overdose.
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This is a letter of a father to a son on a forlorn wintry day while staring out of the window of his house as the snowflakes fell. He had just been foreclosed on this piece of property which he had spent his whole life on because he had fallen behind on his mortgage. He only had a couple of hours to stay in it before the agents of the law came to implement the directives of the court. He lived all alone. His wife was long dead and his only son was somewhere in Africa fighting a war that was not his.
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I am not looking for a new lover
As much as I am trying to extend this umbrella that gives me cover
And so I ask, friend, tell me the story that is your own
I have been on the sideline for too long, make known to me what is unknown
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To be brothers is well worth its weight in pounds,
Especially in Africa and all its horns!
But when this dream of our fathers is no more worth being on,
We may well have to cut this cord and run.
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All that was we ever desired was a nectar and a pollen
But winter came and drove them on a pilgrimage that left us with desires that are swollen
As they flee over the frozen glade in their haste, they look over their shoulder
As if to shrug off the pall that had taken over the dentures of this itinerant lover
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When I die
I don’t want to be laid in state so those who knew me can come and lie
Bury me therefore when I die
And if hell is my destination, let me go there and fry.
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Beyond here
Beyond this atmosphere
Beyond this mist
We are a people who exist
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If you are looking for fitting label for a fool
Probably might find it inside a branded package of truth
I am told it's no more to be found within the realms of those who have lost their denture
But in the laps of children who are yet to come to grips with their future
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There are considerably many things I would like to be
At the top of this hierarchy is the desire to be free
To live the intimacies that remain within me like gold
Needing a digging with a vengeful hoe
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Two different a culture
Seeking for one united future
One has the legs of flight
The other has been conditioned to walk with stealth
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Deep in the forest of Africa
Where mosquitoes chant a mantra of death
A gong
Strikes a stringent melody for those who are among
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Honesty...
It does not taste like Hennessey.
More like a well kept secret
That continues to ride high in integrity until it gets a kick in the teeth from wiki leaks.
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Your tear drops have become
Imprisoned in the lock of your eyelids
Now you can only stare and swallow
Without moving your lips.
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What do I care if I am a destitute?
If only I can drink a little of your truth.
Being in the presence of such a grace
Is all the armor I need to take on my fate.
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I am the new born on this side of the horn
That rose from the ashes of reality that was thorn
The privilege of a long ago sacrilege
That has crumbled to the rage of an ordained destiny through which this future must emerge
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The Best Poem Of Ikechukwu Ogbuike
Coming Of Age
This is a sample copy of a letter that was written to our President by a small boy and her sister.
Dear Sir,
I want to appeal to you sir to come to the aid of my family before it's too late.
There has been a consistent abuse that has been directed at my mother and little sister by no less a person than my father.
I have tried severally in the past to stop him but he is way too big for me.
It is not just the battering that bothers me, but recently I have noticed a strange light in his eyes which tells me that there is something sinister lurking his mind.
I do not want to contemplate what it is but I am in dread of what the outcome might be. It is my fear that I would be forever damned as a result of what I might do that I have this great urge to seek your immediate intervention.
Please come to the aid o my family before it is too late.
Sincerely yours,
Sammie.
Some grow up by dying
The death that does not come at once
But gathers rage like a storm...
Creeping up on travelers, you and me like
Water leaking from a faucet.
It starts as a trickle that turns to a deluge
Guess what! We are always too tired to listen to that weather forecast.
Have you ever been denied of an ice cream?
Because they tell you, you have cold
When the real reason is ‘we don't have the means'
And your howl turns to a croak.
Remember those fancy pants
You would like to wear on graduation day
But they only tell you of the cants
Makes you wonder about love and what it means to hate.
Some grow up by seeing
Scenes like in slow moving films
In retrospect, wishing they had not seen
Things that make them heart broken
Confidential crimes
That is neither theirs nor mine.
But they became accessories
Repertoires that had no monopolies.
Have you ever held a brother?
While he died in your arms
Or watched a mother raped
By the husband she called her man.
Have you ever stood on a witness stand?
To testify against a criminal
That smiles at them before he kills with his hand
Because he knows the judge that presides at his trial.
When you walk away
You feel hollow
Hoping there will be another day
So that you could give vent to your sorrow
If you have, you will know
All there is to know
About the tears that suck your guts out
Which you still want to cry, but you can't
Because you may not be able to stop.
I have heard of pre-destinations
I also wonder if this is not another form of superstition
Whenever I think of Pulitzer
I also remember Adolf Hitler
All the theatres of excellence
Became,
So that man could shrug off the cloak of decadence.
Still …
And this is where I bow to the power of will
Adam and Eve
The serpent, the apple and the tree.
God
Will always have the last word.
If I believe some were born to win
While others gather the dregs those who won left to eat
Then I am just one big program
That began and ended with no hope of anagram.
I also remember the story of another
Born blind and deaf
When Christ was asked who sinned?
He replied none, but just so His name could be glorified
Yet we know there could be no answer
Without the question
Just as the quest for freedom starts with the awareness of a restriction.
Circumstance is like a report card dropped in our lap
It speeds us up either to be good or to be bad.
Both is a transformation
That ends in a direction
Like coming upon two forks on a road
One leads to damnation, the other to hope
I am yet to hear there is a scarcity of it
I am yet to hear the human spirit has a limit
Growth comes as a result of making choices
It does not matter which podium we are
But there's no mistaking we always hear these voices
What do you think of power?
Do you ever give thoughts to your last hour?
How would you like to go?
Like a snail or Usain bolt?
Do you honestly have friends?
Or are they just means to an end?
Do you think you have achieved?
Or have you just been deceived?
It is good that we stop and pause
Because one day this life will come to a stop.
I used to think age
Was a numbers game
Until I ran across the story
Of Sammie with the no surname
I used to think grey hair
Was the mark of the sage
Until the word congenital defect
Made me realize how sometimes we have to come up for air
Depleted dentition and sunken cheeks
Is not necessarily passage of time as it is a
Result of bad habits.
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