Hijacked Morality {poem}

Hijacked Morality

We had Igbo values, ethics, norms…

Our people behaved very well.

Morality and good consciousness

Were at their expedient.

We were not Abrahamic religionists

To be hyper-moral people.

Today, Alas!!!

One Arthur C. Clarke says:

“One of the greatest tragedies

in mankind’s entire history may be that

morality was hijacked by religion.”

These religions hijacked the original,

gave us broken China.

And a Chinua Achebe says:

“Things Fall Apart”.

(c) Odimegwu Onwumere; Jan. 27 2019.



The Poor {POEM}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

He said nothing to anybody

but they keep distance from him.

Many of us have worked ourselves

from strength to poverty, strength to riches.

We lay on bed, people think we are sleeping

whereas our hearts are smelted with thoughts.

Just as they keep distance from him

who said nothing because he is poor

Envy is the reward of the made by many

due to poverty.

Odimegwu Onwumere; Jan. 20 2019.

{POEM} Snow

Helon Habila tweets photo “my front door this morning”. Jan. 13 2019.


The way of nature
keeps discerning minds wondering.

It kisses the grasses with gentle flakes
shutting human beings out of space in wonderment.

Many find it an unwanted freezing water
falling, drifting against paths in parts.

© Jan. 13 2019; Odimegwu Onwumere

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{POEM} Eyes Inside Of Her

This pix was culled online to demonstrate the poem and the poem doesn’t in any way mean the pix

By Odimegwu Onwumere

His eyes are inside of her
as his heart is half-full
as she wriggles her waist.

The moon turned to sun
and his heart choruses different tunes.

She disappeared from his sight
but his eyes have undressed her
without a touch of her beauty self.

(c) Dec. 22 2018; Odimegwu Onwumere

{POEM} Rose Smells Better Than Cabbage

By Odimegwu Onwumere

{Pix culled online}

There are people who fill in
our emotional, love and relationship gap
even when we have no bodily contact with them.

They are in the books we read,
as Facebook friends
and our imagination of them
form thoughts that could be
platonic, romantic, lust or love…

We all are looking for happiness
and we overflow with ideas and wishes
that are often not realised,
not that they are crazy impossible.

Not what we can feel or hear from
that makes us happy;

magic happens when we read some books,
chat with some friends and see photos.

There is so much to appreciate
about some people
we do not know in person
just as we smell roses
and it smells better than cabbage.

(c) Dec. 16 2018; Odimegwu Onwumere

Lonely meal of sorrow {Poem}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

{This picture was culled online to lace the poem}

All hopes entrusted on the country
Have been betrayed
Like an infidel partner.

Many of us at the war front
Continue to retreat
Like defeated soldiers
Without reinforcement.

The lightened room
Continues to darken
Upon prospects.

We continue to lend our voice
Which croaks like frogs
During drought.

The country continues to release
Sadness into our soul

And lonely meal of sorrow
Is the only meal left on the menu.

© Dec. 15 2018; Odimegwu Onwumere