john chizoba vincent
Biography of john chizoba vincent
John chizoba vincent is a poet, Novelist, Actor, Film Director and Film Producer. He was born on the 18 of May 1990 at Aba, Abia state. He hails from Nkporo in Ohafia Local Government Area of Abia State, Nigeria. He is the seventh child of nine children, from a Polygamous family. He began his primary school at Owerri-Aba community school, Ugwunagbo, Abia state and later went to His Image nursery & primary school, Aba. After graduation from His Image school, he went to Major Model college, Dikenafai, Aba, where he only spent two years in the school before he went to Lagos in the year 2005 to continue with his education. In Lagos, he was enrolled in Jimbell high school and finally at Olorunfunmi senior grammar school, all at Idimu, Lagos state, where he obtained his West Africa examination certificate (WAEC) in the year 2009. He further went to Lagos state Polytechnic, Ikorodu, where he read mass communication.
He began writing at a tender age of eight at Aba. Being a young boy of Eight years old, he could not locate a reputable publisher who could publish his book. So he roamed in the street of Aba searching for publishers. His mother was afraid that he might run into wrong hands so she took the manuscripts and burnt them. She was also afriad of the kidnappers that were in their prime at Aba then. After that incident, he didn't write any thing again until year 2009 when it came calling on him again. He picked up career from there. He has written more than forty books of which four has been published (between 2013 and 2016) which includes: 'GOOD MAMA, HARD TIMES, LETTER FROM HOME, and THE CHICKEN REVOLTS" . He has over seven hundred poems published online, journals, magazines and poem Anthologies, both home and abroad.
John chizoba Vincent is also a blogger, airing his views on LITERARYMALL.BLOGSPOT.COM. He is a lover of the Art, Education and Entertainment generally. He shares most of his thoughts to the audience whom he sees as the major reason why he write though a simple and easy way they could understand. He relaxes with Music and books whenever he is on Vacation. He is a good teacher. After his gratuation in the year 2009, he went into teaching. He has gathered a lot of experiences teaching both the primary schools, nursery and colleges in Lagos and its environs. He reach out to students and young ones through his weekly program THE INK CONNECTS.
In the year 2015, he went to Helen Paul Theatre and film Academy, where he studied a course in Acting and film production. In same year he featured in some films like my stand, black praise, The gods are not to blame (a stage play) , new sacrifice, among others. He directed some films in the same year. In April 23,2016, he was interviewed on Metro Fm, Lagos, under the vivid Verses plateform. He looks forward to impact the world with his Art like the likes of Wole Soyinka, Niyi Osundare, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Chinue Achebe, sefi Attah, Tchidi chikere, Tunde Kaleni, Imem Isong, Dan Brown, and many others. John chizoba Vincent is a rising voice to listen to and a star to watch in the coming years.
john chizoba vincent's Works:
GOOD MAMA and HARD TIMES, Timeless English COMPOSITION, AND TIMELESS HANDWRITING 1-6
john chizoba vincent Poems
I Want To Grow Old With You
Dreams will come and go But i remain right beside you. I will be around you forever. Let the world stop turning,
Unity In Cultural Diversity
The westerners eat Amala and Ewedu We eat Akpo and Ofe Nsala They dance Juju and Apala We dance bongo and atilogwu the beat of life.
For The Girlchild
To this brokeness of women, the world flopped and flipped out. How life flawed and tampered the ice of the girlchild! How green became red images to their eyes is still a misery to our flammable fable eyes: of happiness gallopping towards sorrow,
Song Of Life
No sweat no sweet No sweat no sweet, That is how the song goes. Waking up all the lazy hands
When A Man Fall.
When a man fall Trouble begins. A divided home is created. Respect and honour hasten out of the door
Like a thunder bolt The words exploded in her head She was confused in the noon History deserted into noun and verbs
The White Lie
Give them the lie The white lie Let them do the senseless Dance Depraved men they are
When. We Are One
WHEN WE ARE ONE When we are one like the wind We become inseparable
History Without Pages
HISTORY WITHOUT PAGES When our past came calling, They told us the story of our past
Is Nigeria Dead?
When I was in America I received an Envelop with my mother's stamp on it. I saw the red ink boiling on the surface of the book. I torn it open and watched the words in anger!
The Birth Of Illusion
mother said the best place to laugh is in the graveyard and mortuary. father told us the better place to cry is in the church, but, I've learnt that the white place for all these is within you! because, it gives you a grey freedom,
What Life Took From Me
The last time i saw her Was in my bedroom as a heir The last time we spoke Was in my heart with a poke
The Ordinary Man
Look at the way he walks With a torn tattered cloth and broken spirit. His soul weeps all day long as he Watches keenly how lizards and rats feast merrily in his house
I Believe In You.
I believe in the look in your eyes, I believe in your love and care. I believe the signal of your eyelids Because its direct my foot steps
it hurt spiritually
it hurt physically
ache in the born marrow
as the massage is send to the brain
waiting to heal tomorrow
it ache more than a broken heart
hurt more than an elegy written to mourn