EMMANUEL JOSEPH OLUMAKISS - POEMS

Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss is a young generation poet whose works stand the test of time, one whose name has been graced in numerous international anthologies,his works published in different websites . the only male child of Mazi Joseph and Roseline Uzonwani in a family of Six children,from a village in Umuzo Umuogetta Uhuoge Umuniko Isu in Ebonyi state west Africa with so many poems to his name.

A PLEA TO OUR PREDATORS

​The period we 've tasted sufferings
Carrying sorrow like yam to our barn
The misfortune that befalls man
And havoc that comes in form of storm
Through the great wilderness of life
The circle joy is not fetched
Tracing the foot of our predators
A fate within us

We ve eaten it raw
The forbidden meal
The famished road
Could not take
And the miseries our fate awake
Through the raged region
Anxiety is seen parading
The street with bare foot
The fierce battle that consumes lives
Trial laid our famous bridge
Gifting us in turn grief that's made by men

Ekunife our progenitor!
We are the victimised
Its idema the last children
The minimals of Nsede
And the remains of Taba
The unfortunate beings
Whose existence were hindered
By existing beings

We ve come a long way
with our burdens abroad
Appealing the gods
Through the voice of Ngele
Here the forest of death
We bring presence
So our voices be heard clear
Our remembrance
The ravaged name of Ibera
The region under siege of ill-health
Ekunife when will our hope be recalled
For the sake of Ngele
And the victims of wuhan
Adversity a prodigal
Whose homage leads
To a dead toll
Fetching the youths of our days
And as many with raw strength
A distance whose mile we ve been digging deep

The days are evil Ekunife!
And our mind is not settled
With constant parade of our predators
Roaming with harms the merry land
Visiting our breeds and barns
Here at the famous feet
Remedy is locked down
Giving disaster a seat
To sweep us all
I ve been forced out of the
incessant killings
To beseech your face aloof
Before another death toll
Our abodes like wilderness of regrets
Starving the sons of sanity
From living a desired life
Here i am in hunt of the breeders nest
Unveiling our ill-fate
Knowing our quest is life and
not ill-health

INDOOR...

​The years i 've been out of sight
While running from the affairs
of the bad elements
Haven withdrawn
From the military
And other national duties
To exhaust the running days
With my anus at home
My action a shock
To the parliaments
Knowing my stand for equity
Inequality an opposition
That divides our modern democracy
My fear for the press
And the new government
Whose presence excrete various ailments
Feeding the subjects with anguish and regrets
Them that 've taken a toll
The city heart with firearms
Shooting at sight with impunity
The outspoken,disabled
And the middle men
The diehard activist
Whose voice is for the less privilege
Denying many their civil rights
In silence I've chosen to dwell
So my life won't be plucked unripe
Not showing my heart to the masses
Whenever the country is shut down
Or found wanting in speech
Though I am a strong supporter
Of a good governance
Politics of the past era
When life was quick to germinate
Not this current men of Mr Rowland
Gang of stars clothed in bloody regalia
Whose thought evict our cause to celebrate
And bad influence damages our sacred name
Our image they buried overseas
Indoor I've chosen for years
Because of the black colonies
Whose anger burn like dry wood
And cruelty is a dozen dose
Compared to that of the civilized world
Their impurity is in the heart
And not their cooperate uniform
They segregate us from the most privileged
Holders of the nations cake
Have built doubts in our hearts
With their bias handling of mere promises
Our leaders inability to serve
makes me more confused
Here I've escaped demons
Both them in the country force
And them wearing the face
Of our country head
Neither with the will to serve
Their desire a quest to roast in power
Alas! I've been ridiculed in psalms
And mother tongues
Many keep hitting me hard
Where the pain aches
Saying I place the country on left hand
Not giving my opinion to the press
So my mind could be made public
Peace has pushed me this far
Living to avoid the wrath of men
Those that enjoy battle to peace of mind
Forgotten my wisdom has grown tall
Above the wretchedness of Abani the city dweller
Our country suffers a low mind
And frequent backslide
We prefer the white man's lifestyle
To his inventive prowess
We admire the efforts of the developed countries
But it does us no good
Cos it only shows in our tongue
And not in the work of our own hand
When it gets to following their footsteps
Our vision will hang on the slippery ground
Our leaders are incompetent in thought
And different in mindset
We are only smart to siphon the nations treasury
We are the real enemy of the state
And the country's growth
Our brilliancy is outside the government house
Period election is fast approaching
Then you can see the good of men
Many 'd become disciples of dooms
Preaching salvation barefoot on the local street
Where waste bin assembly
Giving the lame some legs to walk
And gifting the poor the hopes to see another day
Time the deceased also boast of giving life
Revealing what makes our life incomplete
Judging from the sense of man;
We have no thinking bed
To sleep a whole night
And harvest a full thought
On how to cure this menace
Placed on Isi-uzo citizens

​I FALL IN LOVE
ON A LONELY DAY

​I fall in love on a lonely day
When my motion is high on a race
When my heart is dried of life & a taste
Not just when am a friend to the grave
Bliss an end to the trouble I face
Willing to plough my worries away
Whenever dealt with emotional haze
Know the period its love I trace

I fall in love when am in need of a mate
A lap to put my head so I can rest
Not because of merry,or a haste
A plan to withstand the lonely days

I fall for love with friend that's insane
Whose feelings won't decrease on a day
Her thought running towards my vein
Someone who rears trust,truth and faith

I fall for love when my brain is running and awake
Not one that needs bags of promises to grant my request
Along the road when it no longer sweet but decay
Our wounds, misfortune won't be called to surface

I fall in love on a lonely day
For the sake of joy, bliss and a pet
To a woman who knows love not regret
So I can survive the future when my emotion upset

MASSES PLIGHT

​Masses plights are;
Wealth seekers in our town
The lose visions among the crowd
Menace to our fate
And takers of our intake
Expectant of quick wealth
Knowing well the givers health
A short coming
If the giver slack
Wouldn't they go on hungry?

Masses plights are;
People on unstable stand
Whose destiny lies on neighbors hand
Without them(the neighbors)there's no fate
Subhumans among us
Loaded heads with unused brain
Dreamers of Dream
And harvesters of our own dreams
With a destructive slogan;
Ours to seek, sleep and slumber

Child bearers of our time
With no material aid
For their ward
Or good parental upbringing
A dwindling future for their children

Law breakers in our town;
People who swallowed what is right
To do the otherwise
In the absence of due process
Tenants and house lords
Contractors and many who built collapse houses without a solidify structures

Masses plights are people who forget their native homes as a result of basic necessities of life
They enjoy abroad or urban centres
Only to remember their natives
Time tragedy strike

Miracle seekers
And unretired workers of iniquities
Reapers of our own harvest
They are the expectant of good
That do the otherwise
Workers of signs
Who keep their admirers in wonders
Forsakers of skills
And productivity
People who pursue neighbors wealth
Many whose presence are made manifest In sanctuary instead
of mortuary
The physically unchanged persons
With able bodied mind

Masses plights;
Men and women of our town
Who abandoned their professions
The degree holders with God given
Potentials who prefer to run abroad
To serve various country joints and quarters

The constituted Authorities;
Who for the sake of rich and famous
Refused to vacate their elective post
For up and doing citizens
People who could have carry the masses along In the partitions of the nations cake
They are the bench warmers in our constituency
Who only seek for their self enriched ambitions
For the betterment of their forth coming generations
When the electorate dies of hunger in mids of plenty

Masses plights;
The street loafers in disguise
Who claim sick with healthy mind
They are;the poverty generators
Instead of alleviator
Misfortune preachers
The descendants of Esau ;
People who sold their birthright
In pursuit of what would not last
The problem seekers
Who constitute miseries for our nation

The masses plights;
Our doctors without doubt
Self esteem social health workers
With selfish service delivery
Who risk the life of a commoner
To protect the affluent
All as a result of incapacitation
Are these the saviours of our time
People who could not save

Masses plights;
The infidels, non professional tutors
And lecturers in our colleges
And institutions of higher learning
The politicians and sugar coated philanthropists
And many who salvage in public while the household ravage in
abject poverty
The poor city dwellers
With exotic cars and houses
Home and abroad
With unprecedented sack clothes
Like one mourning a loved one
With strategic measures
Probably to implicate some poor striking souls

Masses plights;
Many of them Icons, Elites
The clergy men and women in disguise
The Ambassadors of loot
Those whose patronage for unlabored skills denied others their
shining destinies
Their hope lies in alms begging from younger generations.

REMEMBRANCE

​What will I be remembered for?
Looking at life and the end of age
After sleep refuse wake
Will heaven and earth exchange a hand shake
Time I depart for a holy call
Leaving the world and all earthly treasures
When am no more the face of the earth
Not lack of country visa
Haven't i overstayed my welcome?

What will I be remembered for?
Living my life my very own way
Take no heed to wisdom and words of men
Will it please my soul
When stop the middle of the road?
Will tongue recite my name...
Is it mouth that will push it to the drain?
Many my mate twice my age
will they have something to regret?

After run my race
Journey the world
second phase
What will be my fate?
Time the spoiler
ruin the day
And seize mid night
for a rest
And Christ awake
What their present?
Running the run
The bold battle
Have I won!
Suddenly overtake by mourn
Before wake
Christ is gone

What will you be remembered for?
Count your years
Running for the world
At exhausted age
What if the future be at stake...
Is it gain you count or regret?
Even the people that put evil on replay;
After you hunt and captured his soul
Glad at last he go...
The grave will it be good for a home?
Remember one day you will surely go,
And your stories will be things of old
After chased to chase the earth beneath
What's future my fate?
God be proud I work!
Devil 'd stand my luck!
Angels cheer....
Isn't for warm welcome!
Who need speak my behalf?
When the call is called

Has living groan...
When righteous drop!
Them that celebrate the loss 
aren't them the heroes of ikoyi's 
night club?
Those harm in wrong
won't charge me to court
Children of men I begot
might seal their love

What will I be remembered for?
Dying the death of my fathers
Crawling the world second phase
I 've hold nothing
Drown in the country's river bank
Dream done and dusted
How would the children survive ?
Take to stealing or strive
Stress I know will run their brain
Struggle on their own the new page
Those that cry my cry
Is it for love sake?
Not I refuse wake
To feed them till they seek grave
Will my remembrance be heard
in the church for all the good I 've done
Is it in the court for my wrong
Will it stand the deeds of the past
And the taste of time
Knowing I was once borne
and carried the world on my head.

TRIP To TOZA....

​The journey men embarked
and beckon to defeat
I ve backed refusing sleep
Here you re mocked in the
street of laughter
When once your life is sick
Or refused a rapid growth
I ve taken my trip to Toza
A region where strength is life
No excuse to God the world after
Here the weak are forced to strive
When hailing the goods of men
Remember some doers still unpaid
This an act my spirit embrace
Icing my life with pace
Why harbour a long time worries
In life brigade ....
In thought I always migrate
Seeing the life most lived
Why eaten by self made grief
When it's your turn to liberate...
Don't fail the time ahead...
So lets proceed
The life pinnacle
Where miracle is mind
In your thought you have to expand
Kindly take trip to Toza
To harvest a life now not after
For here we were born incomplete
No need fighting this war in our own end
Think to remain the years to come
We are known the street of Gad
Don't go brief the depth of life
Its a quest we re held to know
Rig me among the true Saint
Let the alarm blow
I am my own legend
In the league of men
Criers we will always be called
When living beneath the feet
Marked by our own turbulence
At the nick of night
Where we were weighed by wind
Willing to wave with our waned wings
Isn't that terrible to time...
Hiding among men
In the days we ought to be seen
Our life spark clear
Thinking we are billed with joy
Telling the task we thought is omen
When rigged by our very own riddles