Echezonachukwu Nduka is a Nigerian poet, short fiction writer and essayist. His literary works are published in Black Communion African Poetry Anthology, From Here to There: A Cross Cultural Poetry Anthology, A Thousand Voices Rising: An Anthology of Contemporary African Poetry and several other reputable online and print literary journals. He is currently a postgraduate music scholar in Kingston ... more »
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Echezonachukwu Nduka Poems
now that the streets are stripped and keys lock themselves in defiance, should nudity blind the eyes of minors? now that the streets are filled with dry tongues
Say Me A Prayer
If in my sleep tonight I cut the ropes And hear not the bell that wakes the day Say me a prayer That all may carry my songs to dark
i ENTRY: with your hands in your pockets,
Two Doves And A Lighter
We met at a bar in Birmingham on a night When booze baptized you And the world lost its shape:
Through my half-open window, She breezes in unguarded, wearing warmth As gloves and whistling atonal tunes: Lights out. My radio sleeps too.
We Wear Purple Robes
purple robes adorn our bodies as stench from decaying limbs signal turbulence.
There's No Love Here
I rise with your troubles from where you lay, the love you seek here left last night. she left with all her mementoes too.
My Sin On A Sunday Morning
Sinners must go to hell or so I’m told. That is, if they repent not. Preachers’ picture of hell is doom. Hell is no home.
Barely a month after Grandma's death, We drove to this inn to soothe our vibes. Cars queued like voters in a polling place.
Die In My Arms
last night's whirlwind has become an unsolved riddle; as i stare into the blankness of this sorrowful morn,
The Last Bottle Of White Wine (For Onyek...
Sip gently to bury the fears that fight your will. Your feet are heavy to take a walk to the place you once called home. Let the last drop lighten your feet
This Light, Our Journey (For Dami Ajayi)
Flames are fortunes when they burn stacks Of thorns lodged in our terrain. Brother, let me sing of the light from your candle, For therein lie the answers we seek.
For This Kindhearted Night
I To you kindhearted Night, I come with clean hands and lyrics of praise. My guitar is tuned. My voice is cheerful.
Libretto For The Niger Delta
I First, we were tagged ‘the minority’ by men who gave names without ceremonies. We buried our grief in shallow graves,
Comments about Echezonachukwu Nduka
now that the streets are stripped
and keys lock themselves in defiance,
should nudity blind the eyes of minors?
now that the streets are filled with dry tongues
and streams dry at daybreak,
from whence should spittle flow as fountains?
you are a lad whose songs suspend all chaos
as every tongue is tempted to test a divisive theory;
your lyrics are now dead that lights the lone candle.
plucked from thorns—dry are the roses thrown at your feet.
yours is a blind eye that tell stories of yesteryear;
yet, these stories rename themselves every passing day. ...