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DAY NEVER FORGOTTEN

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They went, stake and battled

To extinguish the blaze from war

For peace and unity not to burn

Alive or fallen, heroes they are.

 

15th January, the day we sober, reflect and celebrate

Their pain, anguish and courage.

They were soldiers, proud country men, sons and fathers

In the Nigerian Armed Forces.

 

Forever, they will dwell in our hearts

For they fought with their hearts.

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FACES IN THE MIRE

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Greatness is expensive
it comes to those
able to price and pay,
the price is sacrifice,
not cheap,
but high as the cloud
its path is rough
the climb is steep
more than climbing
to the peak of the
highest mountain,
one pushes,
sweats,
hurts and strains,
yet endures
and keep pushing,
not because glory
calls out from the peak,
but for the eager
faces in the mire
which will smile
when the price of
sacrifice is fully paid.

BEAUTY THAT WITHERS

GREY

Her conception
took seven years,
it was miraculous
and beautiful,
In the ninth month
brought to bed
what a beauty

Fifteen years later,
she exhibited the features
of a young beautiful
rose flower,
a glowing skin,
eyes that could
hypnotise and physique
that was contagious

Another decade and a half,
her beauty consolidated,
the steam from a locomotive
was no match for that
which came from her beauty,
the most eloquent scrambled
for words to depict her
and the least eloquent
found words as the
passion from her beauty
unleashed them,
so was the strength of her beauty
that the rose flower became envious

at seventy and still counting,
sited quietly,
she looks back,
reminiscing about her early years
and said gently with her frail voice,
Indeed, beauty does wither.

POWER OF FORGIVENESS

Forgiveness

There is need
to understand,
that not embracing
forgiveness is
hating oneself,
sleep will be far
life will be miserable
the morning
will not welcome
you with a smile,
the sun will be dull
the moon will not
illuminate
the stars will protest
and not twinkle
it is food, flowing river
of joy, strength and peace giver,
such is the power
of forgiveness
that makes one
endure.

THE ENGRAVED MEMORY

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The scar from
his departure
is still fresh,
the thought
i can’t forget
him scares me,
reminiscing does
not make it easy, yet it helps,
a mixed feeling
of pain and pleasure,
i see him
in my dreams
and hear the
echo from his voice,
i am a mirror,transparent,
a reflection of him.
flashes of images I see of him.
my mind a board and my memory
a brush painting our years together.
He is always around me,
hovering, and there is no escape.
how can I live like this
and why won’t I live this way?
mood swung of his,
while he was here.
could this have
been responsible too?
now, it dawns on me.
this is a cycle
i will live in,
until I embark
on a journey
of no return.

THE CONQUEROR’S HEART

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If only I was
courageous
bold and
could rewind
the hand of time,
now, you have someone
it seems serious,
what can I do?
how do I salvage this?
how can I let go?
you are my obsession
you are my fantasy
you are my imagination
you are my reality
for your sake
i will wrestle
and conquer my fear,
I will bind
perseverance
to my heart
and patience to my soul.
the universe
will feel my pain
and heart beats
fill its ears,
conspiring in my favour,
And you,
whom I most cherished
will be mine.