Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a young Nigerian poet/ writer and a graduate of Estate Management. She has some experience in banking and broadcasting. She has published some works abroad in some foreign magazines in Ghana, Liberia, India and Canada, among others. She enjoys writing. HOLD ON TO YOUR DREAMS It shatters to lose a parent It could kill a beautiful dream, It kills to witness war It could rend hope apart, It tears to be raped It could smash destiny, It dwindles to be scandalized It could crush reputation, It discourages to be gossipped It could fade respect, But the future is a mystery Everything is a teacher Troubles advance our mentality Challenges enlarge our strength, Hold on to your dreams. Heartbreaks and disappointments Divorce and widowhood Spinsterhood and singlehood All and more, ache But there is more to life, A little bit of this A little bit of that, Joy and sorrow Pain and peace, Trauma and drama Vices and victories All, all elevate us So hold on to your dreams. Do not take your life Suicide is not an option, The heat of torments The rage of trials The height of temptations The peak of evil The climax of horror The apex of terror, All these shape our destiny Hold on to your dreams. We capture in adventure We see in adversity We grow in quest We expand in jungle Your dream must not die Big or small, tiny or large Soft or hard, short or long Nurse it, nurture it Feed it, grow it Feature it, annonce it Zoom it, let it boom. OIL AND GAS; MAMA'S TWISTED FATE Oil, the treasure that invited Jude And made Mama crude, The fortune that turned him rude And tied Mama, nude Oil, the wrath of blessing. He is still around And Mama bound He gallivants sound And Mama in wound, Whatever he does pound Mama the mortar on ground Gas, the thick smoke she breathes. Oil the scars on her body The disease in her bone marrow The thorn in her heart Oil, her commotion and confusion Gas, the thick smoke she breathes. The blessings she did pray The pain they always flare The breakthrough she did hope The barrier they do rope, Oil, the prayer God answered The skull they splintered Gas, the supplication she made The poison in her bread Oil and Gas; MAMA'S TWISTED FATE THE SACRAMENT In this our regiment We are the government, In this our settlement We go for enjoyment With equivalent judgement Shaped in engagement; Painted as achievement, Hence in disappointment We rage for upliftment, Racing toward retirement We grab more allotment But truly no entertainment Despite the ornament That remains the wonderment, We refrain from development Building on discouragement At the grave of encouragement, Which binds our empowerment As we crave for enhancement It yields only punishment Perhaps during refurbishment Beyond each establishment; We see madness and torment Then we steadily lament Yearning for amendment Praying for enrollment But that kills the moment, Darkens the firmament And captures our atonement Which blasphemes THE SACRAMENT VILLAGE POLITICS Bribery in royalty Greed in chieftaincy Deceit upon loyalty. Cowardice in red cap Ignorance in large map, Illiteracy widening the gap. The staff of injustice The sandals of atrocity, The belt of witchcraft. Foolishness loves the liquor Selfishness drinks to stupor Betrayal sells the tutor. Quarrels always fueled Fights frequently mailed Division broadly sealed. Gang up buying the poor Estrangement shutting the door Blood spilling on the floor. Blackmails openly booked Scandals well cooked, Rumours wisely hooked. Truth becomes the trap Trust remains a crap, Honesty, the lost lap. Diligence totally forgone Competence thoroughly undone, Negligence never gone. Bravery getting dumped Raped by slavery Fakery greatly crowned. Fairness turns the mourned Freedom already drowned Kindness never to be returned. Stupidity donates himself Anxiety chains herself, Integrity murders itself. The blind leading the seer The lame chasing the deer, The deaf training the trumpeter. Anger quakes the rooms Hatred glows and booms Revenge, everywhere looms. Boundaries everywhere Poisons, here and there Discrimination we all steer. Enmity, the watchword Discord, the dynasty Unity decamps our world. Agony behind the scar Harmony beyond the star, Matrimony buried deep far. Backbiting and slandering Defamation and propaganda, Hatred begeting hate. Village politics Sold like narcotics Enjoyed by lunatics. IF YOU SEE OJUKWU If you see Ojukwu Tell him, I never saw him But heard a lot he did, Tell him I see his pictures, That radiate determination His Afro hair and beard Typical of African masculine. If you see Ojukwu Tell him, I heard of the war Its horrors that still hover Its ghost that still haunts, Tell him, I see danger If you see Ojukwu Tell him, nothing changed. If you see Ojukwu Tell him, they still kill They still maim, They still marginalize Tell him, they still burn and bomb Tell him, the war is still on Tell him, they vanquished. If you see Ojukwu Tell him, tomorrow is uncertain Tell him we are deadlocked Heading to nowhere Ask him who do we blame, Fate, the gods, ancestors, Black or white? If you see Ojukwu Fail not to tell him these Please never hesitate Perhaps he will reincarnate a saviour, If you see Ojukwu Tell him living here is a war Dying here is a war too EN ROUTE Glued to their mat in the cave En route the swampy road, leaping like the toad They are saints that refuse to die And angels that detest heaven. Strand in babylon, a ruler Home relaxed, a woeful resident Peeping to know those asleep A boss tossing the cross on glass. Actors acting their scripts Covenanting to cover their coverteousness, Deceivers deceiving the deceivable Stage-managed promises and mockery. Mentals maiming those they should mentor Payers paid to play and entertain En route to watch and weigh To look and laugh at length. Running their mouths like comedians Drunk old wags wagging En route to see them one more time Upon my homeward way. En route to see tamed lions in the jungle And domesticated wolves, Most importantly, en route to search for the lambs headed toward their den En route to watch them do nonsense or nothing. THE MARATHON OF WAR It is a deep mystery In the face of reality An intermediate thriller And overwhelming horror Too existential, With little or no suspense Burning the atoms of freedom Boiling the particles of peace Folding the mat of romance As we run the marathon of war. The fear from leadership And the doubts in the citizenry The farness of justice And the hardness of fairness, The deadness of equity And the newness of terrorism The depth of racism And the pride of hate All, not just a limerick For the pain underneath religion And the trauma behind politics All, a dagger of arrogance With the spear of ignorance Supporting the marathon of war. The titbits of deceit Under the carpet of rulership The cankerworm and caterpillar The swarm of locusts Eating up the freedom of peace Thrusting a romance of horror, Tilling a thrilling mystery A marathon of war A race of agony A world of destruction Winning, losing and losing, winning A war on humanity And humanity at war All, a marathon of war.
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