David Olughu

Aaaaaaah! ! !
Were the screams of my labouring mother
Even in the presence of consolation and encouragement
Her problems remained dormant like a rural settlement
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Wake up you sinful world
Hearken this day to my word
For you have forsaken the commandments of the Lord
And have become an unholy people in the sight of God
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I have an addiction
Existing without my permission
Endangering me to constant depression
Leading me to utmost destruction
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Black is beautiful,
just like the stars.
Black is not a fool,
don't leave us with scars.
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2019

The devil's drum beat aloud
All life danced to it's aching rythm
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Dreams don't just die; they get murdered
by the same person they were supposed to be mothered.
Dreams don't just become nightmares.
They get hidden in dark rooms and locked beneath broken chairs.
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She never called
She never texted
She chose to leave when our love just got invested
Now I feel life-less because she's no longer interested
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Blooming sun and rising flowers.
Mysteries to be uncovered.
First I'm drowned by the virgin morning air.
My tender skin is caressed by the dawn sun.
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Like a baby due for birth, you came knocking.
You caused a stand still despite neither being a queen nor king.
Men of valor became mere weaklings,
so you began your unabated killings.
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Soul expression, we always create a scar-leaving impression.
Indeed we're God's true reflection.
Our words are a compass, they give direction.
You cannot just come and pass without giving us an ovation.
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His first semester in the tertiary institution just ended,
Emeka has now returned home.
Just 2 days since his return, and Emeka has not being himself;
He's alive but seems dead.
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What if the sun shines in the night?
What if rain falls in the dry season's light?
What if darkness has become the day's bride?
What if water didn't quench our thirst?
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Three birds set out on a journey. Starting at the mountain top, they glided and then began looking for where to stop. They saw a cave, looking so secure, they began to crave. In their aura of brevity, they flew in. Though peaceful, it was empty and too clean... so they thought. Finally realising that the neat cave was knitted with sinister hooks, as revealed by the horror full looks. Just as oil and water can't coexist, the birds had no choice but to exit.
Their search continued again, but this time flying a little lower, in prevention of the occurrence of another mind blower. Then they saw a tree with an opening on it's trunk. They flew in and prepared to make their bunk. Just as the vibe was increasing in rations, they began feeling an increase in vibrations. Initially soothing, not until they began experiencing a tilting; the tree was being cut. In despair, the flew into the air.
Continuing their journey, they now flew even lower. Flying few meters above the ground, they saw a man holding a carton and they thought it well to be a shelter. They got in, about to rest when the greatest earth quake recorded in history occurred. Oh! ! , not really, the man only began tossing the carton around and that's why their turbulenceno bound. Finding the most feasible escape route, they ran out like visible adventitious roots.
They continued their journey, but this time flying even lower. They saw a child. They landed on his palm, so tender and mild. He cuddled them, protecting them from the wild. There they dwelled. Exercising his efficacy for intimacy, they became his friends and their relationship swelled. Then the birds began to release excreta, so bad that everyone despised him, including his ex, Rita.
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In my youth, I am enslaved to phases of life,
It's a prime time.
Swirls of varieties of temptations come to tempt my notions.
My brain becomes a disco of myriads of thought and images;
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I myself, the pen
The earth, my rumpled parchment
The hand is above
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Winter in summer sun.
Snow balls for the snow man's son.
My gang and I,
feeling good and fly.
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God loves you;
Quote me anywhere.
You could ask the fishes or the birds of the air,
how great, blissful and true.
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A sea of walkers;
all I see is stalkers.
Looking over their shoulders,
for gossip has showed hers.
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Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock,
the flying bird hits a rock.
Black apparels
grace the ting of dangling bells.
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Voices in my head,
like roses on my bed.
Sounds I earnestly dread;
choked by my religion's thin thread.
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