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
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
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.
i ENTRY: with your hands in your pockets,
We Wear Purple Robes
purple robes adorn our bodies as stench from decaying limbs signal turbulence.
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.
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.
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,
I paid attention to yesterday’s promises To my own peril; a furious flood carried My hope to its tomb; it was buried.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
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
Corners and sing light to their sight.
That the dusts which gather at my feet may
Paint pious portraits on all walls.
Say me a prayer
That my hands may once again feel
the warmth of garlanded pens.
That my fingers may never forget the bond
They shared with white and black keys.
That the strings of my guitar may guard their
tunefulness to serenade celestial beings.
You who war against awful memories