Turn down the volume of your radio

Love speaks no language

Hit me with the music of trust

Then, I will Dance to the tune of ‘we are one’

I don’t know WA, ZO or BIA

But I know ‘’to serve our fathers land

With love and strength and faith”

Please sir! I work for you not my tribe!


Mirror! mirror on the wall!

I’m in love with the prettiest girl

Who wears a diamond ring

Here I am facing her soldier father

Who point a gun on me

Please don’t shoot me sir!

I don’t understand what you speak

But, what I have for your daughter

Has no language

I pray you give me your blessings

And show me your mercy

For I really care for the one I fancy

Please don’t make me fall dizzy

I’m already going crazy

For her on true beauty!


Come on darling!

We are good to go

All we need is to be compatible

And make understanding our breakfast

Then we will have peace for dinner

Listen to me and not my language

What I have for you is;

L.     O.        V.         E

Tribe can’t kill that

Please! Can we have this last dance in the rain?






Memories are special gifts that numbers

Our special times with people we can’t forget!

Kene hates it when I say this

Does it mean memories are not special?

He does have ugly part of his life he fails

To unfold

He should have listened to the warning bells

Now, Good Friday has been baptized to bad Friday

Head strong kene!

Put aside your bitterness let’s talk business

Ije died in your arms

It wasn’t your fault but you haven’t

Reconciled with your present

Adjust your story line

Then memories will be appeased!


Are you sleeping all night long?

Evening bells are ringing

It’s ding! Ding! Dong!

Kedu ihe ina eme onwe gi?

Let ije ride with the rights

It’s neither a fairy tale nor a dream world

You played your duty as a big brother

Nna! Well done!

Just grant her permission to RIP

Let lights guide her ways

No one spoke sad tales when she was close!


Tell me more about ije!

I learnt she’s a happy girl

You twice saved her when she was 9

Your name was the first word she spoke

As a child

She loved it when you danced while cooking

You made her, her first kite

Read that page in your diary that talks

About her major awards at school

That was to your glory

You were her hero

No more stories!

Come on kene!

Unfold this part of happy memories to

Erase the sad

Forgive your guilt

Throw flowers to beautify your ugly past

Then, ije will go on!





It’s been a long day without you

My friend

I will tell you about it when I see you again

Light a candle and make a nice dinner

Because I’m coming home

Tell the world what is new about me

I lost that part of me called focus

I thought I could run away from my shadow

I’ve being trying to abscond from my real quest

But reality is an expensive game to mess with

No matter how far I run

I still find myself in the center which

I’m to hold

Things must not fall apart

I can’t change what I am

I can only play with my time

Take a pause and look through the window

You will see me the prodigal coming home

To face my life quest!


Long time ago!

I was that boy who never believed

In him self

I never tried anything new because

I was afraid to fail

I underestimated my capability and

Neglected my value

No one saw me useful because

I saw myself useless

I ran away from my fears

That’s the coward part of my race

No one can change me but me!


I’m coming home!

Not to run again

I have defeated that part of me called fear

I’ve paid the price for my quest

I now accept myself for who I am

I count my success not my failure

I am now a bright star shining up above

Like a diamond in the sky

I’m a hero not a zero!



Can there be a rumor of war

Without An atom of truth?

For the negligent is never pardoned

When the dance of war is aroused.

Can the rain fall from the sky

Without wetting the ground?

What a master mind of reality.

How can the infant grow to be young

And not ageing to be old?

God indeed is the creator of the universe.


Ignorant! Ignorant! Ignorant!

How foolish you are.

Pretending to be the night

While the sun is out.

Framed by imagination without considering

The fair truth.

Justice is really in the courtyard of freedom.


Many years ago I was a soldier

Trying to run away from my shadow

But still caught around my fears

How then did I not escape my race?

Hmmm! Destiny can only be time extended

But can never be erased.


Waking up to a new day is a good morning

Sleeping over a vision is a farewell.

Broken heart could be mended

Million miles could be reached

But a time passed cannot be brought back.

The earth is nothing but dust

Born with luxury or with lack

There is a race to run.








Give me a hug honey!

It’s good to have you back

Take my hand lets go for a walk

Just like we do in the 90s

I’ve really missed that


Do you remember Pa Jude?

Our evening at his store

Was an hallelujah

Get the lamp lets oil its tank

The day has graduated to night


Close your eyes; I have a surprise for you

The frame on the left window has been

Replaced with that of an eagle

Guess you have not heard

Our brothers have gone mad!


Let’s have a throw back

When Mary was a baby

She cried like a baby and acted like a baby

Now she’s all grown

But I see no difference

Between yesterday and today


Does she know its Wednesday

The 16th, 2020?

Maybe she would manifest

Her youthful strength in old age

But time is the only one thing

We don’t have


Show her the pictures of our

Youth back in the days

When mindset was the key point

When being responsible

Was the image they made

When being creative was the

Dress they wore

When changing the world was

The pledge they recited

Wake her up!

It’s morning already!


Tell me you don’t know

That Uzor has lost his pride

As a young man

He now paint’s his body with tattoos

Instead of painting his father’s house


Take me back to memory lane!

When mothers were the role model

To their daughters

Take me back to memory lane!

When fathers present legacy as

Birthday gifts to their sons

Why do young people smoke trees

Instead of planting trees?

Don’t call it a life style

Our youths have been robbed!







Whose word’s touches my heart?

Whose look gladdens my mind?

Whose voice awakens my strength?

You are too precious mother!


How brave and gallant you are!

Fearlessly you conceived me

Passionately you wined me

Affectionately you raised me

To be greater than you

What kind of love could this be?


I have searched all through

Nothing to be compared

I have looked all round

Yet am not convinced

Your image of compassion

Is of The yield Olive oil

Your sweet love oh mother

Is like the taste of honey

I can’t trade you for gold!



This is how I was made! This is my true self!

I have been injected with cold fear not to

Know my true self.

I can’t calculate the distance between my

Race and my grace,

Something has rebuilt my true story!

Once upon a time! I don’t know how to

Prove my point that my brain is white

And my skin is dark;

The difference is clear that I chose who

I want to be!


Who made me? God made me.

I have a bitter taste of how I have suffered,

How I am suffering and how I will suffer.

I can’t merge power and point because

Power will always surpass point.

The oppressed have the points but the oppressors

Have the power.

Where am I to pitch my tent; power or point?

I was born with point but power is what

I seek for redemption of my race.

This is my color not me!


I don’t fear to fall for I will rise!

I don’t fear my fears anymore

For I am stronger than my pain and

I am bigger than my challenge.

Hey! Mr. merry go round!

Please, don’t mistake my picture for

What you haven’t seen,

Why not employ me to see what I can feature

For the future.

You underestimate my color but try me

There might be a difference between

My color and my ability.

I am still me even if you forbid my color!

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