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Farewell is my accolade, I say to the time gone by. Die lively and visit no more. No wrench is worthy in our parting. Guests about in my new abode..

There are adversities galore, their resenting effects lour, like the sky in our face. Like trees planted in a loam, water by unseen forces; 'th..

Written and dedicated to the memory of my dad, Mr. Njoku Akputa who passed away on 19th january, 2014.

Written/dedicated to the memory of my dad, Mr. Njoku Sunday Akputa who passed on 19th january, 2014. May his soul rest in peace.

My keen starring at the past; is quaking my dreams of the future, and bleeding my eyes for the present. A factitious beam appears from the face; a..

At the time of adversity galore, bitterly he cries; trailing off to weakness! His eyes turns red; at the sight of a gloomy day. At the moment o..

Children of wearied giant mother; sleeping all days in grogginess! Embracers of the harmful effect of procastination; dreams of awake to no one kn..

Righteousness is making a loud cry. Calling the service of humanity. But sin sinks to the depth of mankind; and they deprived chastity of its virgi..

Drifting back to the past of no you, I dwelled in a hell, in my guardian angel's paradise! Till grovelling under your arms; The pedigree of un-qu..

Let it rain, for the ocean is thirsty. The ocean once filled by water; is now dried and dusty. My heart is at sea. The cloud is without moisture;..