Quotidian Life of Ogwo David Emenike

Quotidian Life of Ogwo David Emenike

The pregnant night gives birth to a bouncing baby morning

Sleep hath thus lost its sweet savour in my eyes

With shaky eyes, fluttering eyelashes, I reject the seductive offer of my bed to stay lying

I stagger up from my comfort as I try not to pull the wool over my eyes

 

With hazy vision and moronic grin of happiness

I kneel down, muttering words of thanksgiving to The Almighty

My lips slowly uncover its nakedness

As my barricaded white layered cavity gets cleansed from its atrocity

 

My skin gets purged in a foamy bubbling bath

Now baptized to be dirt-free

I’m ready to enter my path

A fulfilled day I foresee

 

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously plain

I unleash my genius as I scribble down immortal truths

Enjoying my knack wit no pain

I am but a pencil in the hand of The Revealer of all truths

 

The morning meets its death

As afternoon resurrects with good health

Releasing its new breath

Its blissful moments pass with stealth

 

Going out with the certainty that defeat can never be mine

Knowing that I can never sit by its side

I walk to my office like I’ve got gold mine

I’ve got into my stride

 

The heat of the day gets tense

A breakaway is made to liberate one from the clutches of tension

Here I go, in search of what will quicken my pulse

My ever-connected social networking leads the procession

 

The lazy electric container demands for charge

It thrills at the sight of a sizeable grub

I return back to action after the full recharge

To get rid of the rub

 

The ticking bird hanging on the wall spreads its wings

Gradually unraveling its athletic skills of running

I make a pathway from workplace to my abode in full swing

Thanks to my Maker for making my day fulfilling

 

The sun sets

The moon arises as it rests on the sky

I engage in chit-chat as birds return to their nests

Through the breeze the bats now fly

 

My lazy electric container thanks me for the second time

I recline elegantly on my sofa

I belch as my mouth experiences the savour of thyme

My mind wanders as it thinks: ‘Boy, you’ll go far’

 

For God is in me and hears me when I pray

He is with us, for He loves us all

I have no doubt that He will with me stay

I answer as Mr. Sleep calls

 

 

 

 

 



10 thoughts on “Quotidian Life of Ogwo David Emenike” by Ogwo David Emenike (@ogwodavies)

  1. Thanks alot Kaycee… Thanks Magic

  2. A typical daily routine.

  3. Yea Anzaa Msonter. Thanks for stopping by…

  4. Brilliant work…

  5. Special thanks Ablyguy

  6. Wow…like we share the same daily routine…thumbs up – ODE

  7. The repetition of ‘eyes’ in the 2nd and 4th line of the 1st Stanza limits the limitlessness capacity of words to propagate.
    “…sweet savour in my eyes’ lids”
    for instance still rhymes
    (if one must rhyme anyway).

    The ticking bird hanging on the wall spreads its (wings) –

    the adj. tick for bird here, is not better than chirpy, tweeting etc (otherwise, the sense is that the bird, is preening or removing ticks from its feathers)?

    Gradually unraveling its athletic skills of running (prefer aerobatic skills of flying)

    I make a pathway from workplace to my abode in full (swing)

    Thanks to my Maker for making my day fulfilling

    The ‘s’ ending in ‘wings’ swings of the intention of uniformity (rhyming) in ‘swing’

    For God is in me and hears me when I pray
    He is with us, for He loves us all
    I have no doubt that He will with me stay
    I answer as Mr. Sleep calls

    In FINE, “I answer as slumbers call”
    Cf., “As I recline to Mr. Sleep beck and call” just to ostracize ‘s’ and give
    the work a perfect cadence.

    This is a great work.
    Much reflection (good) went in from a serene mind!

  8. @ UzyWhyte, that’s why you are my PA… Lol. @ Ostar, thanks alot… You are so observant.
    ‘The ticking bird hanging on
    the wall spreads its wings
    Gradually unraveling its
    athletic skills of running’
    I was talking about the wall clock and time.

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