Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
Biography of Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
My name is Okronkwo Jackson Jonathan. I am from Afikpo North Local Government Area of Ebonyi State in Nigeria. I was born 31st December 1987. My passion for writing developed when I was 13. At 18 I wrote lots of works which covered various areas of poetry, drama and motivational novels. My art flows from what I call Reflection of Passion and more through inspiration. Most of My Poems are a pure reflection of passion while some of them serve as a message and also stand as a description of what is and what ought to be.
There is nothing that gives me more joy than when I pick my manuscripts to behold the works of Inspiration. I studied Philosophy in Madonna University Okija, Anambra State of Nigeria. I am indebted to God who created me with such talent and to my late uncle whom I called father, for being my earthly god to direct me. There is nothing that gives me joy more than piece of creativity. I act, I script write and as well direct. In fact these are my hobbies and I derive joy in them. I also love debate forum where intellectuals share like mind. I love to be called mad for the sake of creativity because he who is not mad can never be creative.
Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson's Works:
Though not published yet, I am working currently on five books now which are in the areas of motivational, philosophical, religious, historical and political.
Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson Poems
Who dare stand the face of thy effrontery The bolt of thy voice so gallant that Thy echoes deracinated the most burly mountain. Thou spread forth the windows of thy eyes
Song for the Poets
Thou art my chosen The mouthpiece of my prophecy Hand of my authority. Thy knowledgeous acumen
Made from man and to man brought, That he may appreciate and Like the others name. But; At the sight cried he, what a woe!
You are a treasure whose value cannot be measured. Your being, unique and incomparable. Like you, is no other; Oh mother.
Lurked in the lonely night, I groped like the blind in search of light Begging for a sight To ease the angst of my fright.
The Golden Flower
LOVELY fragrance from your radiation. Your leaves glittering over the fabrics of the beauty of nature, Under the magnificence of the sun rays beyond imagination.
Ballad of Anguish II
Can I ever still believe there's true love... Yes! Who would now stand to convince me That out there is someone special who
A Silent Walk At Night.
Silently out under the night With dark shades of glorious splendour- Pondering on the wonders of creation and Bidding fare to the daylight,
Festival of Fire
Fierce and fearful the rage. I dare not open its page. Lets i be held siege, Under the authority of the unknown concierge.
Dawn of Terror
Blood for fuel, flesh for matches; So the wicked scene created in angst of irrationality. The wrath of ignorance on man, that
Come oh pink lady, come shade me your lightness: Come in the gentility of thy heart and my heart be the queen That I be your king Reigning ever in pure love
QUEEN OF GLORY
Who can transcend the glory of thy beauty? From the crown of your head to the sole of your feet, You are covered with splendor of Majesty- Shinning brighter than the rays of the rising sun.
This life full of vanity, I so repine, When hopes run so pale and dark; Leaving the heart so deep soaked in pain, that The eyes agonized shower rain.
In that fusing power of imagination, I gesticulate into reality- Picturing the wonders of the coming future In which shall be the revelation of posterity.
Made from man and to man brought,
That he may appreciate and
Like the others name. But;
At the sight cried he, what a woe!
The best that gets the society going,
To man's fall in history came this doom-
Bone of my bones thou art; Yet
Still to imagine-ever remaining a woe.