Ekwueme Kelechi

Ekwueme Kelechi Poems

My cry is no longer new
My fear is now just few
My thought, I will gladly hew
Dismayed, I lack hearts on the pew
...

I want to write a poem
But my poem lacks the voice to speak
It lacks sponsors for its beauty
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Awake! Thou country
To the heart of thy bride
"An ocean of peace to the sons of thy womb"
Grant unto us
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I will be the invisible whisperer
To caress your soul
At its feast with sorrow
I will do it for love
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I'm tired of this tradition
Which keeps me in bondage of sweat
And ties my neck
Like a cow led to the slaughter
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When I marry
I will not make my wife
A woman of the other room
I will keep my children in dark
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No Presido be laik dat Blak Washington
Wey slim laik paw-paw tri
In giv us praid
Bet no mek us praud
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Na modara be in second nem
In don tu pipo
No de tok egen
Som don bikom sef-med dumbs
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9.

There are two plots of land
In my grandfather's vineyard
The best of his assets
That made him shed the blood of his skin
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I no go kol nems
Bet de plenti
For di biges West Afrikan kontri
Di kontri dia Oga de kol country kwantri
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If laziness is the blood that runs in the veins of our youths
I will like to be lazy
If it's what gifts their tummies with an angry face called six packs
Let me ride on the chariot of laziness
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12.

Na you go mek wimen mis heven
Hau you tink se you go mek am
Wia you cari fes
Wey no bi dia own giv dem?
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13.

Ezam tu de bone bone fes
In no de alaw pesin enjoy
Na im kill everitin
Wey konsain buk
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14.

Phone no strong at all
No mata di pipo wey du am
Wai in go wek pesin wey de slip
Bet no fit wek pesin wey don die?
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Tall pipo too mek peson fia
Dey go de waka
Asif se dey go fall
Di fia bi mek dey no brek
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Beyond the bars of the altar
Where two is made one
I'm Taata
The beacon that waists the song of joy
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If all promises made by man
Were to be wealth
I will not be as poor as Dangote
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Obim, the one who housed my feeble bones
After the day of cultivation
The woman who drank
From the cup of pain
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If drumming is the food of love
Beat on
Beat it tirelessly
And suffer not its cry to cease
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O buru na Nnamdi Azikiwe bu onye Igbo
Ma bie aha ya n'obodo
Si nna m kpobam Igbo
Maka ubara mu n'asu Igbo
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Ekwueme Kelechi Biography

Ekwueme Kelechi is a final year student of Chukwuemeka Odumegwu Ojukwu University, formerly, Anambra State University. He is a poet, writer. He seeks to reconcile the literary world with his world and also to affect lives positively with his pen. His unpublished works have won him prizes severally. Some of his works like THE DEATH OF MAN and CHUKWUDI: MY PRIDE are already asleep on the bed of publication and will be woken up at the beginning of 2018. He hails from Ohaji-Egbema in Imo State but spent 17 years of his life in Orlu, his maternal home.)

The Best Poem Of Ekwueme Kelechi

Kiss Your Heart

My cry is no longer new
My fear is now just few
My thought, I will gladly hew
Dismayed, I lack hearts on the pew

I am that child who weeps for the future
I am he whose soul has been abandoned by pleasure
I think about my heights with mixture
My eyes shows me their fate like a picture

Even the nature all over me is alarmed
It's afraid to let go of its coil
It's afraid to alloy with the soil
It's tired of meeting brother red

My ears are too weak to see any teeth
My tears are bedridden
They only shine through my Pupil
My hand is infertile that it married my cheek

The dimples of gladness is a history
The world is now a factory
Can things ever glitter again?
Can life be Edenic again?

Even hope has joined the bandwagon
Can't you see it?
It has joined the table of fallen Jericho's wall
Will Messiah ever come with solution?

#ManIsFreeButEverywhereInChains.

(c)EKWUEME KC

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Ekwueme Kelechi Quotes

He that fertilizes the farm with the anus' vomit, invites the housefly for a feast.

Smile is the blanket of all pains, the outfit of the heart.

Love is the hammer that hammers the hammerer

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