PEOPLE ARE MY WINGS I am a bird Created without wings My furs are light And my skin is open to the wind. My eyes are bright I’m focused like an eagle I see clearly even at night And the sun’s light never scares my vision So I’m both nocturnal and diurnal. I’m a singer Nightingales praise me too I sing morning and night I have no water I have no food But when I sing, my stomach is filled. Call me a mysterious bird I will concur with glee I’m not jealous because I admire other birds as they fly But as they fly, the melody from my poor mouth Attract them, and they thank God for my voice. On the Iroko’s zenith I aim to sing; A tree where the eagles dine A tree where all eyes begs to eye A tree where the angels pray that we attain But unfortunately not all attains. Daily I become kin to sing on its top Because I believe my voice has a hope Though still poor And having heard people around attesting to its melody As th

WHY THE INNOCENT LAD? If you wanted a blood like a vampire That gulps down blood like a red wine Morning, afternoon and night Why not go to the abattoir where genuine blood is wasting? If you must shade the blood yourself Like ‘Dinta’ (hunter) that scouts for deer, rabbit and others in the forest Why not target one of the miscreant animals from the highlands That eats up our crops and fights our farmers to appease your blood thirst? Why targeting the innocent lad? Why spilling the blood of Somtochukwu Ibeanusi like unwanted red oil? Why desecrating Eke-Ukwu Market with his blood? Why causing others eternal injuries with your bullets? Do you want to attract the anger of the market gods? His blood, your riffle spilled His destiny, you untimely threw into the belly of death His family, you have forcefully fed with undying tears At ten, what sin has he committed against you? And yet you’re telling us no life was lost Why? (To condemn the shooting of an innocent lad

WE ARE WAITING FOR YOUR BILLION BILLION We’re waiting for your billion billion We’re waiting for your million million That will be announced to us by your prophet; A messenger that is more truthful than the sinless angel. We’re waiting for your billion billion We’re waiting for your million million Because our ears are already itching After all, no truth or lies blocks the ears. We’re waiting for your billion billion We’re waiting for your million million You used to appease the raging rats That invaded your office while you tarried in your health excursion. We’re waiting for your billion billion We’re waiting for your million million You used to buy exotic ‘rat meals’ Instead of patronizing your sheep Hawking our Aba made ‘Otapiapia’ on the streets with empty stomachs. We’re waiting for your billion billion We’re waiting for your million million You used to sweep away the rats’ mess Plus their urines that using detol, water and your broom could have done the

Apart from losing heaven, the greatest sin one commits against himself is not being poor or being uneducated but not making any positive impact of any kind that will make the world remember him after his demise. @Francis Onwuchuruba. 

BUT OJUKWU NEVER TOLD US On that Monday morning that NEPA became a saint And blessed my area on like before So reluctantly I prepared to set out from my tent Since he was to do a live broadcast after his voice was missing for three full moons. It was 7:00am and NTA sang the national jingle Followed by his beautiful face that his sickness had starved us And behind his throne was the national flag that stood still Then he opened his gap-toothed mouth to calm our nerves. He was never known for lengthy words But amidst his speech that lasted about five minutes He revealed a secret only him and the dead could attest A consensus he had with the late warrior in his hometown Daura at midnight. The late warrior was his guest for over two days according to him After he joined Partisan politics in 2003 And in great depth, they discussed the nation’s fate Whilst we ignorantly slept, and were deeply snoring like a pregnant toad. “…We both came to conclusion that the country mu

RATS RULING A NATION Hunger engulfed a wealthy kingdom Anger began to walk naked on the streets singing its anthem The poor cry and stone the rich with heavy words While the rich cry, but still cruise their loots. She became sicker and couldn’t sing As unknown sickness caressed the King And since her hospitals are still under-aged to handle his case His ‘eagle’ took him to the ‘heaven on earth’ to be treated by the ‘angels’. Days came and died Weeks came and never survived The trending full moon died as well And another one was born, still he never told his ‘angels’ farewell. Hunger wore heavy war shield and fought innocent stomachs Hate speeches preach gospels on her busy streets Quest for a referendum on everyone’s lips Still his voice was stolen on his sick bed by the wicked ‘Hyenas’ and ‘Jackals’. Animals had an emergency convocation And concurred never to dance the tone played by hunger and starvation Since the wicked ‘Hyenas’ and ‘Jackals’ are eating the

RATS RULING A NATION Hunger engulfed a wealthy kingdom Anger began to walk naked on the streets singing its anthem The poor cry and stone the rich with heavy words While the rich cry, but still cruise their loots. She became sicker and couldn’t sing As unknown sickness caressed the King And since her hospitals are still under-aged to handle his case His ‘eagle’ took him to the ‘heaven on earth’ to be treated by the ‘angels’. Days came and died Weeks came and never survived The trending full moon died as well And another one was born, still he never told his ‘angels’ farewell. Hunger wore heavy war shield and fought innocent stomachs Hate speeches preach gospels on her busy streets Quest for a referendum on everyone’s lips Still his voice was stolen on his sick bed by the wicked ‘Hyenas’ and ‘Jackals’. Animals had an emergency convocation And concurred never to dance the tone played by hunger and starvation Since the wicked ‘Hyenas’ and ‘Jackals’ are eating the