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The Traveler
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Hospitality as Love
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Amuse: Poetale of a town boy
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A far country
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A muse: Heavy evening rain
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Smile for me African child
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The Storm is Over
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It’s World Teacher Day
Teachers create a civilization through their every day activities. Now by teachers I mean everybody who give out knowledge to others in any way or any form, not just the school teachers. I know someone out there will agree with me that teachers are awesome. I might not write a loving poetry to tell you…
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African desire
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Muse: Unabhangigkeit Nigeria!
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Psalm: Father, I thank You
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Waiting for the Rain
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Poetale: The Musk Rat
Prologue: There was this tale my old granny told the children She will always say “Listen my children, listen.” And we; little, full of curiosity will look up patiently Then it was usual before each tale to play about In the strong moon light which swept the garden In between the plays, we wrestled and…
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Smiley
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Beauty and Beautiful
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Let the World Sing…
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Myrrh: A song of Oke Iroegbu
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Poetale: Three Memories
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The Zoo
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The Nomad
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Breezy Evening
This evening is quite exceptional No stars, no fireflies, no light No torch, just a quiet darkness And a sweet surge of sweet wind The clouds are dark and light And upon it the lightning flash Now and then, sparks of white Stray through the firmaments Raindrops fall slowly, quietly She seem to travel light…
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The song of a Methodist
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The Commonwealth Annual Short Story Competition 2017
The Commonwealth Annual Short Story Competition call for submissions. We’re delighted to let you know that the 2017 Commonwealth Short Story Prize is now open for entries. The closing date is 1 November 2016. The prize is for the best piece of unpublished short fiction (2,000-5,000 words) in English; regional winners receive £2,500 and the…
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Amuse: A High School Certificate
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A muse: And Today I am Human First!
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Arise in the morning, with commentary
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African Tradition: Calling upon the African rain storm
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Ogbor Hill
She sprawled across the breadth of the land. She lay humbly Like someone listening to the Ocarina of time Wasting away to carefree and careless governments Losing the charm it was once known for And settling for lesser things and lesser people Ogbor hills abbatoirs lay with blood of sheep, pigs and cattle The river…
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it’s about to rain
Now here goes the first rain and wind storm of September… And it came like a quarel Throwing punches Holding each others throat and Blowing thru their fury noses On their path, they throw fine sand around Pulling the weak rooftops about Now the clouds blacken with each provocation The rain beat down like pellets…
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I wish
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A muse: The Eclipse
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Fly High September
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August night poems
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Cold Rain in Uyo
There was a rush of rainfall on the window side Accompanied by a burst of cold wind Which ate deep into the flesh of careless people And caught people in between the crossfire Of the cold wind and the torrential rain There was no ceasefire, whatsoever. No peace, no victor Just calm disaster. One accustomed…
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A muse: Love
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The Glass Wall, and a commentary on friendship
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Paper Poetry
Shake off the fatigue The world waits to meet you The world waits to celebrate you Look beyond the dark skies Look beyond your heights Look beyond the rain and storm Look beyond the past dreams Hit the weakly cocoon Break the walls open Fly butterfly, fly away Never hesitate on your flight to glory…
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African Inspiration
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Lullaby: African Good Night
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Poetale: Drought Land, songs of Reality
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A little Faith
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Okechukwu’s Haiku
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Fallacy of love
Dear Diary… When two hands merge, they stick together Lending, caring, hoping and loving The stream of cord bonding both Strictly fight for their loves survival Distractions sprout up the root of the creeping weed Tearing apart the bond that once lived happily I crave for some fresh air in the open I love to…
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Clouds; Rain and Sunshine
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Lullaby: A tale of the cold night
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The Shepherds Tale