My Name Is Onyeka Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Born in the southern part of Nigeria
My name isn’t imprinted like Awolowo to Naira
Neither is my handwriting in the dollar
But I sing ‘great Delta’
If given the chance, love wouldn’t be a finger
All men would be Steve Wonder
Colors wouldn’t bother
Whichever way, I remain on Black, Africa.


Expression, Passion is a form of drama
I am a prolific writer
Dedicated to pen and paper
I pray they recognize my voice ‘Onyeka’
No one is greater than my father
They say I’m as mad as a hatter
I patiently wait for the judge’s hammer
To decide how long I’ll be a dreamer.