Brotherly Love — POEM

By Odimegwu Onwumere

When we were younger,
our parents allowed us to
visit our uncles and aunts and
other family members anytime,
anyhow we liked.

I was always in the residences of
my relations around Port Harcourt and Aba
to be precise.

There was the zest to see them
per minute.

Sadly, the ones following us
do not know where we are residing today.

That interest we had where our relations were
is not in them.

And their parents do not care like ours?

I wonder how the world around us
will be like in the next 20yrs.

Sadly sad, love is dead in the modern times.

Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant based in Rivers State.


Craving Heart -POEM

By Odimegwu Onwumere

We are beautiful and handsome
in our different ways.

We are married or not married
in our different ways.

We are schooled or not schooled
in our different ways…

But deep down our minds,
there is still a beauty or handsomeness
we are craving for.

There is a type of wife or husband
we are craving for.

There is a type of school
we are craving for…

Within the environment are all we need.

The power to look beyond sympathy
we shall find love because
love is spirit and it’s not far from us.

Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant based in Rivers State.

Dancing {poem}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

When you said that
you do not know
how to dance,
a question came into place:

What is dancing?

Like love,
the best ways to love
is to love like you will never be hurt.

Like singing,
the best ways to sing
is to sing like no one is listening.

Most often,
what one hears in a music,
the other does not hear it.

some persons dance
like they are insane.

Do you call this dancing?
It is however dance to them.

Some are shy to dance
because they are beautiful.

At your closet,
raise that leg up in a dance,
and be pretty happy in your soul
how satisfied you have become.

-Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant based in Rivers State.

{poem} They Spoke Our Mind

By Odimegwu Onwumere

They spoke our mind,
Them that cross carpeted
From a lost hope
Hoping to rebuild their new hope.
They moved in anger
Leaving the angrymaker alone
Who now justifies his shame
In a shenanigan’s speech
Sewing and drawing self pity
But we knew his garb is hypocrisy.
They cross carpeted within
Looking for respite
When many of us are drowning
In Mediterranean Sea
For want of new lease of life
From shenaniganism he calls leadership.
A town isn’t finished
When their king is finished
But when the people are finished.
Their genuflection shows a finished one
Who now does hurried and senseless speech
Thinking he would heal our wounds
He inflicted but we know better – we
They spoke their mind.

(c) Odimegwu Onwumere
July 25 2018.

Their Fight Yet To Start

By Odimegwu Onwumere

Adam had shame before Eve,
Not Adams with autocratic voice,
Clattering like the one from Daura
That learned undemocratic tenets
Now leading a democratic country
With scorpions and arrows
Humiliating institutions ought
To checkmate him.
Their fight is yet to start
With thunder rehearsing its sound
To unleash to a country
Being led by vultures and jackals
Throwing Aso Rock at us.
Their fight is yet to start.
We are just hearing their voice
Yet to see blood and wounds
Then would our tears dry.
We, they have hypnotised
With failed promises
And undemocratic principles.

(c) Odimegwu Onwumere
July 25 2018.

Hard Times (poem)

By Odimegwu Onwumere

We face hard times in different ways:

They could be marital, job, health, educational,

relationship, monetary, spiritual challenges.

Just name them.

But the worst of all the challenges is

when a person or persons you had thought

would say “Hello, take it easy”

do/es not care.

It pains when you reach out to people

and not even a text message from them

comes to you.

They feel above the board and do not care.

Anyway, we will not give up no matter

the challenges and the downgrading habit

of those we have reached out to.

Their downsizing of us

is part of the hard times, part of the challenges

we must overcome.

Their crass behaviour helps in shaping us

to win against all odds.

The key is we must have confidence in ourselves

and work harder to break the jinx

of the hard times.

Hard times are part of life

and we cannot run away from them.

Yes, they pinch us; they make us to cry in our closet,

but we will never give up.

In all, we have to remain positive in such negative situations.

(c) Odimegwu Onwumere; Oct. 23 2017. +2348032552855)

[poem} Oyigbo On September 12

By Odimegwu Onwumere

{Scene of IPOB protests}

The orgy of messages has been received in Oyigbo:

Some vehicles cremated, human grievance still mountaining.

The streets are littered with baked chaos,

Stern-looking agents from Aso-Ruse watch in apprehension.

Biafra protesters clamour for freedom

Adjacent-to the craving of the man from Daura;

Who fancies their blood sponged-down the ocean

In lure of freedom he sees as a taboo.

Men are drinking coffee to expunge sleep

Yet, sleep befalls them like a possessed by malaria.

There is nowhere to lay the sleeping head

In a land where soul and body are shoddily severed.

Certainly, everyone is un-free

Except for supernatural empathy.

©Odimegwu Onwumere; September 13 2017.