A Letter to
My Mum
Dearest mum,
How are you? I know you are pretty and witty!
As for me, I am somewhere down the lane of isolation unfolding something golden.
One and fifty is fun and hefty.
I know you have numerous children;
I stand to write on behalf of my brethren.
We should not be denied the access to knowledge,
There is nothing greater than this privilege.
Give us the keys to success padlock
So we don’t fall victims of bad luck.
My beautiful heroine, show the youths the way that is good
Else they might end up becoming rude.
Teach them how to become rich.
Let your wealth go round them like belt…
Our method of growing up has made us freely learn
About some secrets of life’s dangers
That in turn has given us the skills to carefully handle strangers. May my darling mother grant all her brood equal right
If she does, she shall be increased in might!
If she can humbly learn from her little son
All her offsprings will live in fun.
It will also make them hide in her pride.
The world knows your potential is essential
I wish you sincerely handle corruption:
For she is your greatest adversary.
Don’t forget about the billions set aside for your fifty-first anniversary
No matter how generous you are, you can never satisfy all men. They are ever ready to eat like a hen.
I believe the future is very starry
Thanks from your lovely son around Niger Delta Havilah Harry.
08039318965
TRANSFORMATION
The traditions and culture of
Our people gradually dying,
Men, women and children no longer
Love their cultural heritage!
Loving western culture that’s
Eaten deep into the fabrics
Of our society.
Evident in some married women and
Men going naked!
Who’ll teach the young girls,
Young women filled with pride, honour and beauty
With whom the earth remains multiplied?
Who’ll teach the young guys to be responsible and glow with pride, honour and diligence?
Shattered traditions in our homes, society and nation
In the educational, agricultural, health, religion, socio-economic, political and other axes.
Transformation! Do we really need her?
Yes, we need reformation.
Transformation is coming, coming into our homes,
Coming into the Niger Delta and our beloved countryNigeria.
I can see hope bringing her
I can see love bringing her
I can see unity bringing her
Yes unity and love will bind us together,
United we’ll stand but divided we’ll fall,
Yes, unity and love will bind us together.
Together we shall embrace our traditions and cultures
That will save and not destroy us!
And by the help of the Almighty God we shall be transformed,
He is the transformer, the perfect transformer.
ANGELA INYENA ANIETIE ETUKNWA
A.K.A The motivational French poet
E-mail:angelstars.emp@gmail.com
Mobile: (+234) 08065189975, 07058374161
VISION 2010
To have good vision is visionary
Every mission to do good is missionary
Every plan that remains in a state of inaction is stationary
When fancy jargon turns plans to statute it is statutory
The elites will invent excuses and throw the blue print into inventory
I can’t stand it when lies fly
Mistrust looks you in the eyes and smile’
About vision 2010 a promise that did not go a mile
I cry bitter tears another hope dumped on the pile
Hope of homes, water, even good roads our feet could ply
A dream that started with hopes high
All these were planted what we reaped was a sigh
Now at frustration’s bottom we lie.
I got angry at their artificial perplexity
When things don’t go right they feign anxiety
They thought 2010 won’t come they have plenty
Of time to do nothing, make something out of empty
Promise to rebuild our shanties
Make our salaries a bounty.
West BiokpoJoshua (08038397312
NUPTIAL SEARCH
In the twinkle cocktail
I dangle the gowns of gals
And dazzle in their jingles
Just mingling in single’s salsas
Teasing around to choose damsels
But dawdle cud dizzily till dawn
With no ring finger to bangle.
I meander to linger angels yonder
And fonder their ethical orders
Quick tick as pendulum swindles
Singles sing same psalm, songs
When prophet professed on plural lassies
Making many marriage messages
Confuse whose finger to entangle for engagement
But in this nuptial search I resist
Never to rest until I find my best
Matching with same marital crest
On the hands of times aid my lens
Focused on those evasive leads
While waiting utterances at the altar
Till I do as you do too.
Engr. Owen Kyrian aka Owenlee
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