segun Johnson Ozique
Biography of segun Johnson Ozique
Alumni of the Universities of; Ibadan, Manchester and the Open University, UK. Full time Fiction writer/Consultant, Freelance Journalist and Health System Researcher, monitor and supervisor.
segun Johnson Ozique's Works:
William Qest - Fiction
We Want More(Co-author) - Non Fiction
segun Johnson Ozique Poems
Adiew, Dear Mate
Ogbonna Amadi, a storm landed FSAS Sokoto the hurricane; A pinch fleet-footed boogie lad of uncommonly indulgence; Announcing in triumphant trumpet, his name; Dusty Rhode. Successfully initiated at the Federal School of Arts and Science,
Letting Off Steam
In times of yore, then in the days of our teens, Owned a friend who, an okapi, named Bala Fanz. Oft disappearing with all sorts of oily girls in jeans; I was not of same endowment, courage, but fancy.
To A Woman Who Endured
Happy I am you no longer would be hungry Happy your sacks’ today are laden with gifts Happy the road to home no longer is weary Happy all that has come to you pleasantly a lift
I unbreakably meet a savoured in briefs Looking to next meet in fond memory Hardly ever seen the fairer in convene And not for what it was, is and should be
Dream A Sweet Breakfast
In dreary and despondent season Of non-stop troubling drizzles To desert ray harassment, A soothing shade
The pen on paper in flowing words Saved me from whom I turned: Shackled bones, turned skeleton Staggering through dark corridors.
City of adventure is the land branded The city a place is said sweet to swing Where pavement is lined with riches A place the big and bold do fortune deals
Different Strokes For Different Folks
Surely, we've all heard and read; of Many written of; first citizens with great deeds, Starting with nothing to crafting something Great men and women who made value of boldness
As the world recline, eyes closing, feet up Grows an enterprise couched to dehumanize being Spinning sugary coated pills made to hack, devalue Identity: Churning tales of wisdom in mould that
South-South, The Oil Spill
The men; early a.m., smashed, Mostly bent, dry-wet monsoon moulded Their tools; knot of grey, yellow, swarthy; Sinking, parts above water, mouldering,
Water like crystalline That is colourless Colourless, tasteless That we drink
True Love Is...
In the first instance, beautiful-vent of devoutness Tagging along through bad times, the good and hell Spending hour reminiscing common binding mundane Hearts deeds wise head considers absolutely nonplus
I unbreakably meet a savoured in briefs
Looking to next meet in fond memory
Hardly ever seen the fairer in convene
And not for what it was, is and should be
No! I shall not be a weakling for a good tang.
You are saccharine, syrupy, and not sugary
You are fastidious, finicky, and not lovely
You are anything, but what I see you are