Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
Biography of Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
My name is Okronkwo Jackson Jonathan. I am from Afikpo North Local Government Area of Ebonyi State in Nigeria. I was born 31st December 1987. My passion for writing developed when I was 13. At 18 I wrote lots of works which covered various areas of poetry, drama and motivational novels. My art flows from what I call Reflection of Passion and more through inspiration. Most of My Poems are a pure reflection of passion while some of them serve as a message and also stand as a description of what is and what ought to be.
There is nothing that gives me more joy than when I pick my manuscripts to behold the works of Inspiration. I studied Philosophy in Madonna University Okija, Anambra State of Nigeria. I am indebted to God who created me with such talent and to my late uncle whom I called father, for being my earthly god to direct me. There is nothing that gives me joy more than piece of creativity. I act, I script write and as well direct. In fact these are my hobbies and I derive joy in them. I also love debate forum where intellectuals share like mind. I love to be called mad for the sake of creativity because he who is not mad can never be creative.
Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson's Works:
Though not published yet, I am working currently on five books now which are in the areas of motivational, philosophical, religious, historical and political.
Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson Poems
Song For The Poets
Thou art my chosen The mouthpiece of my prophecy Hand of my authority. Thy knowledgeous acumen
Made from man and to man brought, That he may appreciate and Like the others name. But; At the sight cried he, what a woe!
You are a treasure whose value cannot be measured. Your being, unique and incomparable. Like you, is no other; Oh mother.
Lurked in the lonely night, I groped like the blind in search of light Begging for a sight To ease the angst of my fright.
Who dare stand the face of thy effrontery The bolt of thy voice so gallant that Thy echoes deracinated the most burly mountain. Thou spread forth the windows of thy eyes
Bright and beautiful smiles this day... With splendours of pleasure and glory, When God retired to His box of creativity and Deep in reasoning he went yoga
Accolade Of Hope
My heart is pierced against my soul, Drawn on these gallows of despair I furrow through the burrows of my sorrow- Yet upon those angst of hope,
Ballad Of Anguish Ii
Can I ever still believe there's true love... Yes! Who would now stand to convince me That out there is someone special who
Gently into the bright future I sway; Then I met her so fair on my way and To her beauty a gaze I never say nay. For In her I see the face of my Cinderella.
And When The Storm Is Over
And when the storm is over, I shall again rejoice; I shall again drink from the cup of my jubilation For my sorrow shall be no more
Reflection Of Passion
Gently on my way I sway- Suddenly came a gaze, Lost in the passion, I never say nay.
Journey To Haven
Wither shall we go and make our way? So slick and flick the movement dashing through in this strange thoroughfare. Thrown suddenly into existence,
Tears Of The Moon
Sing me those songs of tears Let me dance upon the lyres of sorrow Mourning the lost passion of thy emotion With thy anguish dripping upin the rein of my heart
JOY in the heat of sorrow- the spirit| Cheerful, bold and courageously unshakeable; Always and ever enduring to that height of aspiration.
Made from man and to man brought,
That he may appreciate and
Like the others name. But;
At the sight cried he, what a woe!
The best that gets the society going,
To man's fall in history came this doom-
Bone of my bones thou art; Yet
Still to imagine-ever remaining a woe.