an idealist, social activist, whose childhood was marred by societal chaos and disorderliness, especially in the streets of onitsha, witnessing the brutal and fetish bakassi boys who severed armed robbers's heads alongside other body parts before setting them ablaze in a proud showiness, lost his mother while 13 and had to grow up under his kind step mother together with his younger brother studied theatre arts in the university of Port Harcourt Nigeria, first son of a polygamous family of three, draws, paints and have written two yet to be published THE BUTTERFLY and ONCE UPON A LIFE, books among others short stories and plays, Edoka is a writer who reflects the strength of his African heritage and struggle for an equal, equitable and better Nigeria through his works.
I am that I am
A face that bears thousand tongue
Proud mother hen, shielding millions of tribes
Grand architect of billions of towering strides
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Of deprived privileges did I grow
Living on mama's little nest of unending milk
The tears were drawn as winter drew snow
Tender was her love and all in its ilk
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How I got here I know not
In my childhood poetry I knew not
Like I have been possessed
With the spirit of poetry have I been accessed
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I am the flesh that barricades the wild spirit of nature
From hills and huts, of ancestors to continue a lineage
I belong to the soils, a master piece, the gods' very own measure
I speak to the trees, aware of the spirits, mine is a divine linkage.
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Days without you are like years without rain,
like waters without depth,
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