THE SIXTHS by Izuchukwu Okafor

Growing older I realized that I’ve been a fool for so long I believed everything Hoped on anything taking it easy as they always say when I try something Have you ever believed that you are going to be great cause a change make impact inspire people become the president...

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WHAT IS IN A NAME?

Do you know me because you know my name? It’s not me; forget the wealth and the fame But what is in a name – An empty jar Is not same as one filled with coal tar Nor one from which your fingers scoop sweet jam – Its a lying...

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THE FULL STOP

Life is a sentence punctuated within; It ends. With Death’s sudden full stop The soul that ‘is’ becomes ‘has been’. Life is a sentence punctuated within, At points where none should be seen. No one can know who next it’ll lop. Life is a sentence. Punctuated within, It ends with...

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FATE

Its about time of that darkened day They are again set to unfold scrolls Of wretchedness, deceit and lust Like insects that dances around street lamps What they seek, we give, our votes But what we seek, how fair have they been in giving? Must we always watch our hopes...

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IS THIS MY DESTINY?

Must I in this generation and day be born? Must these people my parents and family be? Must I be of this tribe, this race, this religion? Is this my destiny? Must I this path take? Must I these people meet? Must these people my friends be? Must I this...

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SERENDIPITY…

we feed the hungry fire with a log of wood and dance around fated resonance of gunpowder watching our dreams in the wrathful flames of stifled whims we walked through the acutes of capless grounds clothing the winds with wands of fates burying our fears in the graves of talking...

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THE DESTINY

For years I lost my bed For the betterment of my destiny If destiny destined me to my present problem Then I should see the race as a training school Where a lot of teachers will gain experience The trials of diverse situations Are for my destiny to be accomplished...

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WHEN MEMORIES BECOME HISTORY

The ghost of my yesterday keeps haunting me Endlessly as I struggle in mitigated perspiration To erase the memories of you. Every echo reminds me of ur suppressed giggles, As they flutters like butterflies . Some pasts are better not lived As they become a nagging stare to the present...

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A BUSH OF GHOSTS

  Have you walked on your eyes In a land of thorns Beside a simplification That your instincts can’t process Except through the laughter That your hands smile at In a wilderness that Your legs could see through? Have you attended to a scent Afar off In concessions that build...

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