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ADUKE’S SOLILOQUY

(For those who lost their loved ones during the biafran war )

 

Where am I

Where have I gone

I ask the vacuum

That vims ‘round me

And the three sets of footprints

Stuck

To the dry mud

[...]

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THE SNAKE IN A SUIT

He was the one who tore me off from the clique of decent girls on campus. He was the one who first touched my secret places. While on campus I was part of a clique of girls that vowed to remain virgins till marriage. [...]

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The Day You Cut Me Wide Open

The day you cut me wide open
I bled tears from a hideous face
And pure prisoned blood from my sealed benevolent cocoon.
I was not as pitiable as pathetic purple onions,
so you wouldn’t weep with me.

The ruffled [...]

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Hope on a valentine day

The lack of love is the greatest of all sins

The outback grove is the love  nest scenes

I have been there waiting all  days since

The grey part of love is in the imagination
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Tragic Comedy

Perhaps, the greatest comedy
Ever written,
Was by God
When He gave life to man.

As soon as man is born
He craves wisdom and maturity.
Accomplishing that,
He then envies the ignorance of the young.
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Bottled bundle...

I find the spot that hurts I soothe her with a smile and a dosage of that elixir: laughter…Though I enjoy this solitude and seeming freedom I possess, I know I would have been better off with that special someone by my side, with my every-woman respecting me and caring for my general well-being. [...]

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COMFORTING THE BEREAVED

It’s not often the word or deeds It’s not the gift or talk Being there shows what’s need As that becomes a remembered haven How can we understand the comfort? A touch and crying together says all How so much we bring forth Being a shoulder to lean on [...]

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Love in Gamawa (6)

“Get up!” I heard again and this time I looked up to see who it was. My vision was slightly blurred but the voice was unmistakable. It was Martins; he was pulling my right hand trying to drag me to my feet. He had [...]

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Breathing Again!

He could hear her voice as he slowly ascended the stairs, asking the kids to be seated for breakfast. He knew she’d be home even though he hadn’t been able to reach her via phone. She turned off her phone whenever she didn’t want [...]

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Blackman know thyself...

In the night we had risen like phoenixes From the ashes of St John and Andrew’s ventures Ebony pain glistening in the moonlight Vengeance exposed by the glistening shards called our eyes For come the sun, melanin should rule supreme [...]

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When...

…when in spite of your knack for stringing words together, you can’t even craft your own pain… …when there’s no synonym for an aching heart and every dot lined up don’t tell it all… [...]

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