Truth Osumareton Egbe

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I weep for my South African brother Hector Pieterson and the more than 500 other children whose rights, visions, dreams, future and bodies were crushed by people that were supposed to protect them in the Soweto Uprising
I weep for the 2.7 million children that death took in Africa's first World War in the Democratic Republic of Congo
I weep for the little ones striped by poverty, murdered by starvation during the civil war in Nigeria
I weep for my little brothers and sisters in South Sudan
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The parched green and yellow grasses
The bright morning sun that seems to smile at semi-detached houses
The butterflies that dance rhythmically without care for the time on watches
The gentle wind that dries her brows and lashes
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Tomorrow I'll be great
Tomorrow will be free of hate
Tomorrow I'll stop being late
Tomorrow I'll be governor of my State
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4.

If what I just said was to be recorded and played for my future children, will it improve them?
If what I just saw was played in my memory years from now, will it be something I'd love to remember?
If someone saw me doing what I just did, would I beat my chest or shudder in shame?
If the picture I just posted on a social network was shown to my new employer on the day of my interview, will I still get the job?
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It started as a suggestion
You took it, you owned it
You told them you were this; you told them you were that
It was not true but who knew?
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TOMORROW AGAIN? !

The parched green and yellow grasses
The bright morning sun that seems to smile at semi-detached houses
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The Release of the Eagles

We have been together for a while
Soared across mountains; walked a lot of miles
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Blue neck tie on my ghost white shirt
My raven black three piece suit
The swirling grey chair in my little cubicle
The way my boss' boss' look makes my boss transform an impossible situation into doable
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He wants to stare into my eyes and see my soul
To hold my hands and feel my joy and pain
To hear the silly things I think
To perceive the aroma of my longings
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I looked at yesterday and I saw a child
Running
Jumping
Skipping
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Rising from the Arab Spring Uprisings
Beginning from a young boy's end
Justice! Democracy! They screamed
But their voices were drowned in their own blood
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Why is my heart racing at the sight of him?
Why is Jide suddenly leaving after just arriving?
Who is this guilt that has overtaken me with a mind of his own?
Where are my legs taking me to?
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13.

From the root of our problems stem jealousy and strife
A tree of selfish ambitiousness
Watered by unquenchable human desire
Greed and covetousness are its fruits
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We stare at our leaders straight in the face
Criticize their every move
But like a woman pregnant we reproduce history
Gazing into the mirror and mocking our own reflections
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Why is my heart racing at the sight of him?
Why is Jide suddenly leaving after just arriving?
Who is this guilt that has overtaken me with a mind of his own?
Where are my legs taking me to?
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I saw you from a distance
I shouted Nonso! Nonso!
I should have shouted louder
I should have walked up to you
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Your heart beats as a reminder of His heart beat for you
For out of the abundance of His heart, man was formed
Formed because he knew you
He knew you before he formed you...in His own image
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The Truth
Only the Truth
And nothing but the Truth
The naked Truth
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When the music fades and I am left to ponder
When the pause comes and I stop to wonder
When the thrills of excitement and emotion are stripped away and I am left bare with nothing but my life
Who is my God?
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I've met quite a number of people that would love to advice the president or some other high ranking politicians on some certain issues.
A lot of people would give a great deal if they had the chance to influence the president's decision and to have the certainty that their opinion would in turn change the government or the way things are done.
I've met many people that want their voices to be heard by the "right people".
I mean it would be good to change the present and we should in fact do just that…but what if I told you you could influence the future also?
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The Best Poem Of Truth Osumareton Egbe

Conflict And Crisis In Africa: Protecting All Children's Rights

I weep for my South African brother Hector Pieterson and the more than 500 other children whose rights, visions, dreams, future and bodies were crushed by people that were supposed to protect them in the Soweto Uprising
I weep for the 2.7 million children that death took in Africa's first World War in the Democratic Republic of Congo
I weep for the little ones striped by poverty, murdered by starvation during the civil war in Nigeria
I weep for my little brothers and sisters in South Sudan
Fighting to stay alive
Selected by fear, recruited at gunpoint
15,000 immature soldiers!
I weep for the 115,119 children displaced by conflict, replaced by crisis in the North Frontier districts of Kenya
I weep for the many African children - orphaned
That now live with human rights abuses and are molested by poverty
I weep and then I weep no further
For you and I - the remnants- need to stop existing and start living
We have been asleep with all the potentials and dreams for the future
African Child awake!
Let the stories of those who have gone before us propel us to do what we know how to do best
To believe, to love, to hope
Because the future is bright
The future is us
Awake for the world awaits you

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