Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

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  • Self Reflection 17: Companionship

    Surround yourself with worthy people. Your network is your net worth.

  • My Friend, the Free Wind

    I like that I soak in the rain, Catching water drops That melt before my eyes I play with Nature’s gifts, Dancing with the wind, My free, worthy friend! Rejoicing when our pots fill To embrace mother Nature’s bliss.

  • Folklore: The Straw, the Coal and the Bean from Gutenberg Project

    In a village dwelt a poor old woman, who had gathered together a dish of beans and wanted to cook them. So she made a fire on her hearth and that it might burn the quicker, she lighted it with a handful of straw. When she was emptying the beans into the pan, one dropped…

  • Self Reflection 12: Patience

    The law of sowing and reaping may take time to manifest sometimes, but it will surely come to pass.

  • Music in me

    They say you are the reason why they sing, I say you are the song in my heart.

  • Self Reflection 11: Feed your Faith

    Feed your faith, starve your doubts.

  • Happy birds

    Take flight happy birds See where the world ends Take no note of your stress Just live for another fine day

  • Muse: I choose you

    I’ll choose you any day; today and tomorrow

  • Self Reflection 8: Success

    Success is contentment, achieving little or much and leaving a legacy.

  • Self Reflection 7: Plan

    Plans not executed are as good as failure.

  • Memories

    You remind me of home, far away, Fine memories I cherish each day

  • Self Reflection 4: Gratitude

    Gratitude is an attitude that creates doors in walls and hearts.

  • First rain

    First rain, Strong wind, We celebrate The long wait, And sniff the scent Off the wet earth

  • Self-Reflection 2: Love yourself

    Love yourself enough to take the actions required for your happiness.

  • Self Reflection 1: Walk alone

    Sometimes it’s good to walk alone to allow your mind find its purpose.

  • Images from John Okereke

    I met John at the University of Uyo, Nigeria. I wasn’t sure what his talent was then. I’m now. Follow him at @putinpicturesJohn is a jolly good fellow…

  • Muse: Thoughts of You

    Nights may fall, crickets may call, I sit alone, thinking of you

  • Muse: Promise

    I’ll be far away, Promise you wait for me

  • Haiku*: Two snails

    Two snails approach rail tracks Skies are grey Train horns afar

  • Muse: Life

    Life is strings of memories, Little moments and turning points, Love and forgiveness, Flowers and breezy nights, Happiness and bird watching… Life is living experience, Horse riding and beaches, Hiking and sunset, Coconut juice and warm soups, So life is found most in simple things… *** Want a WordPress site like this one? Then click…

  • View from my Backyard

  • Swift Breezes

    Swift breezes welcome me to my hometown My mind is at rest, for the love felt around Palm trees are sentries, termites their soldiers Cherries and mangoes throw fruits, sweet as sugar Swift breezes blow through our quiet neighbourhood I stand under tree shades, with my hands raised When tree leaves struggle all about breezy…

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  • True Leadership

    Earlier tonight, I overheard the women talking—my mother, aunts, some helpers, and my younger sister. From my room window, I listened to their discussion about the funeral and everything they did to make it a success. I wasn’t eavesdropping on women’s conversations, but I couldn’t help but listen this time. I admire their ability to…

  • Reflection: Sad Evening

  • Love Challenge 6B

    Your words become silent lyrics to my soul When every evening we lay in each others arms Letting our thoughts roar with the warm fire Dreaming, resting by the fireside, away From the world and her noisy hustle

  • Love Challenge 5

    On your face the sun rise Like vale-lands hidden by the high hills The dark is pushed away when you wake.

  • African morning

    In the morning the mild golden sun rise above the huts and hills Painting the corn fields yellow and making the streams shimmer Upon flowing rivers it glitters, till the dead end below a tree root Big fishes stay ready to strafe up to pick insects off tree barks In the hamlets, dogs chased cats,…

  • You all, my Valentine…

    You’re very special to me and I love you 💓💕😘. Happy Valentine. 💝💜💛💟💞💙💚💗

  • Your Smile

    Your smiles are good therapy, they tickle my soul It takes me to great heights of love and brings me joy When you smile, you remind me of the rose flower, The parting of your red lips, a memory to cherish In your beautiful warm smile I find unspoken love, It showed me untold and…

  • Homesick rhyme

    |. I’m coming back, that’s my happiness Tell the strong boys and beautiful girls, Get the boys to gather much wood And the girls to sweep the compound I have got many stories for all, haha So get ready, our nights will be longer! Go on, run along now, and tell them ||. Tell Mama…

  • Let’s take a walk

    Let us take a walk through the pine forest, Under the cool shade which she provides, Along the path where tree leaves form a cushion And a place where squirrels make their home. Let us walk past the dark shrubs in the hot noon, To feed our eyes on Mother Nature’s wonders, Through lands where…

  • February Harmattan

    Harbinger of Sahara, king of the queer dust I hail you! Your entourage of heavy sand storms and dunes Display there works of art on our glass windows and faces You give us very strange attires, ghostly ones We wonder, we make guesses of why you love the dust, Why you paint all; flowers, careless…

  • Home

    Home is where dance classes are unconventional, where meals are sumptuous and delicious no matter what. 😋 Home is cute smiles and beautiful memories and faces; green grasses and blue skies. 🙂 Home is happy hugs and pats, joyful and sometimes sad stories, when things change, we still end with it. 🤗 Home is a…

  • Muse: My Prize

    My songs are for you, Darling you’re my prize And I’ll run to the finish line

  • Humane-ity

    I arrived school with headache as I was stressed from doing many chores and sleeping less. I was a nanny, a mother, a father and a guardian, all put in one. Also, Jindu was sick and I nursed him. When my mom took my sister to the hospital, I had to prepare Jindu’s meals and…

  • Tales of the Wildwood: The Beginning

    Let me tell you about this poetale which was before “Summer returns” and journey of the Ice King who traveled away from his love, the Great Mountain. Winter brought her cold blanket and all living things knew not what to make of her appearance. *** Once upon a Time It was winter And a night…

  • Thoughts on Life 1

    I believe that life goes beyond what we see and what we see teach us a lot about our existence. I have met people with black, brown, yellow and white hair. I see blue clouds, sometimes grey, other times white. I have seen big oceans, small rivers and little creeks, lived in big cities and…

  • Noisy Weekend

    Ah. It’s a hot noon here. Dry harmattan wind made it even worse as it brought hot air. I’m back from work and quietly sitted, looking out the window. I could be less bored in a natural environment but all I see here are buildings, electricity poles and people. There are little or no trees…

  • Tropics

    The taste of coconut oil is on my lips Sunset surf the evening wind The cloud is blue, tree leaves green The sand is warm, sea water cold Up the skies, birds fly away happy And on the beach crabs walk Out on the sea, blue whales horn Beauty is our tropical songs For her…

  • Green

    Green is the color of life,Of dew descent upon tree leavesAnd branches,Of forests blessed with floral thingsAnd many beings that fly on wingsAnd plumages

  • Two Poems: By the Poolside and The Shepherd’s Muse

    1. By the Poolside By the pool that stills my soul I watch the slow tide drift by My song goes high pitch When a catfish disturb my tranquillity 2. The Shepherd’s Muse Glad that the night brought pleasant airs The shepherd lay to recall the day’s stress Crickets chirp, the night is very young…

  • Bad phone

  • Palm Trees

    Like a tropical masquerade she stood With hands as long and spiky fronds And breasts as red fruits, ripe and Fresh snacks for all who come to her feast Long are her strong and tiny roots For she stands as firm sentry and greets All that journey through the quiet hamlet She hides behind hills…

  • Morning view of Uwaoma Hill

  • Dust of Locust with Steven M Ross

    Okechukwu Iroegbu: A dark patch I saw from afar On a day the doors were left ajar A falling mist upon earth Greysome; a sight I loath The sun had seen much For I, never seen such Steven M Ross: Sunlight still prevail Every emotion that you feel Like poetry is a bust So does…

  • Happy New Year

    Morning of 31 December: I helped process cassava harvested from our farm. You might notice I haven’t been regular since new year’s eve. It’s part of my duty to work in the farm when I travel home. Processing cassava is a hectic task and I tend to sleep off each night without writing or reading.…

  • Welcome to Akara

  • Appreciation

    Good morning from West Africa. It’s Friday and a bright new day. I wish I can throw a poetry (blog) party! I’m very grateful to all my followers. I see your comments, likes and suggestions. Honestly, I’m happy knowing you are out there. It means a lot to me, Imeela! Let’s do more.

  • Diary of a Village Boy: The Leopard Spirit 3 (Headhunters 1)

    The next Eke day, I was sent to buy provisions for the family. Dada gave me £2 for food and medicine. The money was enough to buy things that will last for a week. The Eke market sold once in two weeks, and many people, traders, artisans, and technicians came from far and near to…