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.

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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.

My Ideal Lady

By Odimegwu Onwumere

I was attracted to fleshy, aesthetic black and busty ladies as a young man. Albeit, don’t misconstrue me: I was not into women.

Mercy Johnson (A renowned Nigerian Actress)

Those who knew me would attest to this. Reading and writing took that period of my life when I was supposed to voyage in the sea of exploration of women.

But giving an example of the type of ladies that I liked, was Mercy Johnson. Then-again, in truth, there was something about Johnson’s characterisation on TV, which words have eluded me, to explain.

Her type was the bomb in my subconscious eyes. Conversely, beyond attraction, my fantasy then seems ridiculous today that I cannot be around any lady simple because she is pretty. What I saw then and called attraction, many things attract me today.

They are beyond people with university degrees, money, height, beauty and so many others. Then, I was much engulfed in the power of a glance.

Although, love begins when two persons are attracted to each. But love also disappears when the same persons disbelieve each other after the attraction.

This is the reason we most often do not return attraction to what attract us. Those beauty, bustiness, aesthetic black could disappear in my eyes with someone with a slender grasp on grammar, with sexy look without brains, with religious mindset without spirituality, with God without an atom of Godliness, with University management degrees without a knowledge of how to mange a home, and so on.

If I had come closer to a person of Mercy Johnson’s nature-given ‘wherewithal’ then, maybe, I would have been lost to some quantifiable, external beauty, but not having something deep down and something absolute.

It is better to love when certain undefinable something directs you. Let magnetism be the power that attracts you in a relationship, not some fantasy like I had when I was a young man.

Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant based in Rivers State. E-mail: apoet_25@yahoo.com

See also http://www.ooreporters.com

{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.

My Journey To “Award of Great Achievement”

By Odimegwu Onwumere

My people in Oyigbo, Rivers State, celebrated my journalism achievements. The date was May 6 2018. The venue was D’ Truth Lounge, Union Street.

The organizers of the event had taken me uninformed. It was a surprise to me. I was barely notified of the ceremonial five or thereabouts hours to the kick-off.

Mr. Casmir Ogaraku and Lady Geraldine Chukwu deemed it wise that they put up the event in service of my Pan African Re/insurance Award 2018, which I received in Namibia on April 9, 2018.

Ogaraku and Chukwu’s insight was that in a safe and sane environment, the government ought to have celebrated me, given that I won the overall of the awards across Africa, organized by Continental Reinsurance Plc. But since the government was yet to do so, they, my beloved ones had to celebrate me.

Anyways, according to a press release by Continental Re within the period of the awards titled “Winners of 2018 Pan African Re/Insurance Journalism Awards Announced”, it read, “Odimegwu Onwuwere, a journalist with Nigeria’s Africa Prime News has bagged the Pan African Journalist of the Year Award for the 2018 Pan African Re/Insurance Journalism Awards sponsored by Continental Reinsurance
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“His winning article titled “Africa emerging new frontier in the reinsurance markets” investigates how foreign insurers that once rebuked Africa due to economic instability are now swarming for businesses on the continent because the sector is becoming alluring and dynamic due to unswerving GDP growth…”

Being the third edition of the journalism awards, “It received 61 entrants from 15 English and French speaking countries including: Kenya, Uganda, South Africa, Zimbabwe, Nigeria, Ghana, Namibia, Mauritius and Zambia for Anglophones; Ivory Coast, Cameroon, Senegal, Chad, Democratic Republic of Congo and Togo for Francophones,” stated the release.

Conversely, at the celebration in Oyigbo, D’ Truth Lounge, Air Cas Service LTD, and Oya Industries LTD, gave me “Award of Great Achievement”. It is an honour that a prophet is recognized at home.

Before this time, friends and well-wishers had celebrated with me as the 2018 Pan African Re/insurance Award winner. Many media platforms like the revered ThisDay Newspapers gave my winning a wide coverage. The news was also awash online. Friends and well-wishers and my family members on social media escalated the news.

My experience in Swakopmund, (the place for the awards) this coastal city in Namibia, west of the capital, Windhoek, was a relish. Haboured in one of the best hotels in the country known as Strand, the sandy beaches around the hotel made my nearly one week stay in the city fascinating.

I was made to understand that Swakopmund faces the Atlantic Ocean. According to history, it was “Established by German colonialists in 1892, the city’s colonial landmarks include the Swakopmund Lighthouse and the Mole, an old sea wall. Next to the lighthouse, the Swakopmund Museum documents Namibian history. Inland, the elegant Swakopmund Railway Station, now a hotel, also dates to the colonial era.”

Desert takes a vast land of the city. There were calls for duty among the authorities. Hardly were there potholes on the roads. Their vehicles are not like Nigerians. Their vehicles are majorly German.

Namibia is about two hours from South Africa, and Nigeria to South Africa is about six hours. There was no direct flight from Nigeria to Namibia, occasioned by lack of Nigerian Carrier.

It was SA Express aircraft. And I took off from the Murtala Muhammed International Airport (MMIA), located in Lagos State. History says, “MMIA is the major airport serving the entire state. The airport was initially built during World War II and is named after Murtala Muhammed, the 4th military ruler of Nigeria.”

At this airport, those that checked my papers were beggarly. Officials that were supposed to mind their various posts begged. “Anything for me?” they begged.

This habit was not the same in South Africa where I first landed to connect another aircraft to Namibia after hours. In Namibia and South Africa, no officials at the immigration units begged for money. They concentrated on their work.

While the MMIA was overcrowded by officials and the environment oozed with putrefying smell, O. R. Tambo International Airport, South Africa, was well organized. History says, “It is a major international airport in Kempton Park, Ekurhuleni, Gauteng, South Africa, near the city of Johannesburg and, to a lesser extent, the executive capital Pretoria.” The same was applicable to the airport in Swakopmund.

Many experiences were gathered on my journey To “Award of Great Achievement.” I can’t thank Coss Williams enough for his advise at the earlier stage of my career. My parents and family have always been around.

I thank Elsie, Cess, Eniola of Continental Re, and Nike of The Punch Newspapers, Nigeria, who guided the way I travelled to Namibia. I thank my friends on social media who amplified my triumph. Ogaraku and Chukwu and Chukwudi Nlewem are not left behind. I thank all of you.

-Odimegwu Onwumere is a Media Consultant who has won many journalism awards; he is based in Rivers State, and can be reached via: apoet_25@yahoo.com

My Arrogant Classmate

By Odimegwu Onwumere

I saw Onyekachi on May 13 2018, after eight years or thereabouts. The place was along Shell Location Road, Oyigbo, Rivers State.

{Odimegwu Onwumere winner Pan African Reinsurance Journalism Awards 2018}

Onyi, as he was fondly called, was my classmate in the secondary school. He was driving an expensive car, although a rickety one. I was riding my motorcycle.

Crossing a road bump, he was looking at me, but I was quick to recognise him and shouted, “Onyi!”, then veered the roadside in excitement and packed.

He packed his ‘expensive car’ just on the road, came down, with his shoulders very up, twisting himself like the peacock’s. I sensed his arrogance and hated him immediately with passion.

His style, for me, was odoriferous. I knew he was no body before the eight years he disappeared from Oyigbo. He was nobody even in our school days and is no body to me today, as far as I’m involved.

With his shoulders very high and with an aura downsizing me, I concluded that this guy was EMPTY. I had known that the greatest drum makes the greatest noise. I saw a very fat Onyi but an EMPTY person.

I bought in his downsizing of me and made him feel above life, above board.

Onyi asked from my family to some other things, just as a teacher would ask his pupil. I allowed him feel important while I remained the unimportant person, as his body language suggested the latter.

He mentioned a crème de la crème party in the town he was attending before we met. I allowed him express his foolery self.

Besides, he was not my mate, even though we were classmates. I’m about two or thereabouts years his elder. That apart. I went to pick my motorcycle from where I packed it, after the unpleasant pleasantries.

When I have done this, I watched Onyi twisting himself back to enter his ‘expensive car’ the same way he came down from it.

We greeted again and zoomed off. But while I was riding, I was looking for a statement to qualify Onyi. Luckily, I found solace in one of the quotes by John Calvin Maxwell, an American author, speaker, and pastor with many books, primarily focusing on leadership, to his credit.

John Calvin Maxwell says, “There are two kinds of pride, both good and bad. ‘Good pride’ represents our dignity and self-respect. ‘Bad pride’ is the deadly sin of superiority that reeks of conceit and arrogance.”

Sadly, Onyi had ‘Bad pride’!

Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant based in Rivers State. Email: apoet_25@yahoo.com