tochukwu nwankpa Biography

Departing is such a sweet sorrow
From dunghills and ghettos
My true life i leave behind
Tears bite my eyes but i wont cry
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With blood shot eyes
They took their weapons
Mortars and shells dropping
Buildings blown to bits
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In my little imagination
I wondered and pondered in restlessness
The world looking bright and promising
Become bleak and gloomy
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you walked on the road not taken
From the time you were born
Like the shining star of David
You blazed an academic trail
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who is a mother?
is she better than a father or brother?
she is a caregiver, lover and a comforter
a mother loves like no other
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