Ifeanyi John Nwokeabia Biography

When the head horribly bang
Ululating like a gong in the heat of dance
Drawing the veins holding the brains
Never give up, fight to live.
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On this garden
Shall I plough & plant
All the seedlings
Of my pumpkin.
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The bed is a sacred desecrated altar
Its soft nature makes it vulnerable
Its short term memory brings repeated torture
Destruction of greats is masterminded in it
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Mother Ochíchí,
You bare your naked breasts like nectars
To the suckling pleasure of your children
Whose helpless dehydrated throats seek succor
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Flowing alone without you
Is a sickness beyond all herbs
For your presence gives energy to my being
Our confluence at Lokoja
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