that dumbfounding moment when your
mum told you that your twin sister died
seven days after childbirth . . .
-Olisaeloka Onyekaonwu


Here is my heart:

I heard this news while
the sun had gone,
when the moon is smiling
at the naked heart!

what earth is ours?
a pieces of space, a junk
with worth/full/less minds..

while you peeped and smelt evil,
you ran, or were you sent parking?

I walked alone in the nightland.
sang sad songs on nothingville street...
I felt an absence
I ain't aware of..

Nwaoboli,
Life is a thorny forest!

whoever shall trek this street
shall learn to smuggle smiles
in his bag-pack!

Life is a wall without holes,
a sea of many debris..

so when we die,
we live on
in the valleys of hopefulness!!

Nwaoboli,
here is a piece of my heart
lettered with the blood shed
on the umblicating night!!!

take, read and smile!

Nice write dude,
welcome to mingle

thanks Noble.. posting more

For Adaku:

and when the
night is shadowless,
we shall remember
the birth of a sage,
like tonight!

when the moon
is blooded
and the sun
is communing
with dusk,
our pen shall dance
rhythmically with our wrist
at the carnival of birth.

I remembered the night
of blood-
where crying is
an accepted melody,
where the stars dances
when 'moew moew' is sang.

we shall write your name
on the rocky sang
where the beaches won't wash it
for this kid yesterly born
had graved in our hearts, grace.

Uhm, I have nothing to write
just wishing you
a sweet memorial of your birth..



� tohquality