Onyenankeya Nzubejah Poems

Up there, i used to be,
How i got there, still an untold mystery to me.
Coming down i was left with.
How? I wondered.
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Brace your face up,
High above the mountains,
And see me in the heart of the sky.
At the speed of light, am leaving not knowing when or whether i will be coming back.
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Its white, like snow.
Valued like diamonds and gold because of its use of adornment.
I was very fortunate among my fellow sailors to have found it inside the shell of oysters by the sea shore.
Its only but one, but its really precious to me, because it is hard to find.
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If only tears were water.
I would fetch it with a cup and pass it to all.
To taste and explain the pain of tragedy when it strikes.
Come along with me in life like a dark room and i will open to you,
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The sun has died again,
Buried there behind the palms.
The last blushes of shame will disappear from the chins of the sky.
At the graveside the countenance is contagious and dark.
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The foreign world calls it summer,
We call it dry season.
The most lovely and favoured of all the seasons,
Mild because it is a mixture of seasons.
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The sun has lived its life,
Now it is dead and gone,
Our hearts weeped bitterly at his disappearance,
Because its birth and presence brought life to us,
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Facebook is like my Dictionary,
My friends/ Your friends are like the words,
Some Old -
We once knew but have forgotten their definition,
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