DIALOGUE IN A SINFUL NIGHT

SHE:
I leave you with this bleeding verses,
The stone that will kill you shall not be far from you.
The fly that will breed maggoting maggots on you
Shall not wait until you fall on bed of sorrow.
You have eaten the fruit which I fail to give you in a hurry, so shall your life be taken away in a hurry.
Do not look for me when a cry of a child is not heard in your abode, because you brought this sin on yourself, water that a child pours on his body does not make him feel cold; yes, I have spoken!
In the ears of this sinful night have I leave this sinful words on you, go and make yourself a bleeding life.




HE:
Even strong men struggle with their lives, a sick night
Does not need to be asked how he is fairing, and how well he is, but when looking at his darkness, you will know that all is not well with him.
We dance only for the gods of sexuality every night,
Taking that which rightfully belongs to a man is not a sin, and the gods bear me witness that I have not sin against you and humanity; it is tradition!
Rant! Rant!! And keep ranting for all I care; for what I have eaten, I have eaten, and nothing shall change it.




SHE:
This tree shall stand against you forever in judgement,
Your footstep shall become your cripple enemy.
Hear me under the cover of this motherly sky; the sky that bears the pains of women in love and affection,
You shall cry one day and go on your kneels begging
For forgiveness and then shall I mock you more.
I speak and I speak, for taking away my woman,
There shall be no cry of a baby in your home!




HE:
Be quiet! You are breaking the ears of the night with your song of folly.
If you can't have a stone for a fowl, you can have it for a turkey.
Yes, men will always have their way whether good or bad, women as a weaker vessel will always cry.
Now go tell your stupidity to the morning yet to come.
If your womb bears a fruit, tell your people I am not responsible as the father.
Go for your stupidity is as cruel as the bleeding of your words.




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LET A CHILD STEAL A MOMENT FROM YOUR TIME

Let a child steal a moment from your time
Let a child know that which dwells in you,
Love shared, is a love gained in success.
Don't frown your face to scare away children
They are the fruits of the world, enticing perfection,
Child here; child superhero, child's ink birth
Greatness to the beholder of their answerable words.
Let a child steal a moment from your time,
Let a child's eyes visit your heart where roses are made.
Teach them what they need to know; from the blue skies to the dusty earth where glory does not last.
Let them know and know and know the truths,
Because they are blessing to the world and to you.
Children are blessing to those that see through their eyes.

EVEN STRONG MEN STRUGGLE

Do not wear a weary face of lost,
Fight the good fight and continue fighting,
Beat around your failures and disappointment;
Don't beat down your soul in a hurry,
Even strong men struggle in defend of their identities.



We inherited imperfection from the top of the
family tree; the tree planted by Adam and Eve.
That country is without light and hope,
Put on the light in your life first before others.
Everyone has his mountains to climb in life;
Different pace, different climbing styles and methods.






Don't be little yourself, low self esteem kills faster than death.
We are humans and not perfect humans,
We are fallible, mortal and flawed in nature.
Don't put on a frown face and lose out in life,
Every man has a price to pay in life and
Life you know, can't be cheated like men cheat wives; even strong men still struggle to climb farther.




People treat you like you treat youself,
Nature gives to you what you have sown;
No shortcut to life, there is no extra time.
Different time for different faces, no extra time given.
Spoil yourself in the appropriate ways so
That you know you are a king and others will too;
Don't look down on yourself, great men still struggle
Not only you; you could be yourself.




Too many men are hidding behind serving others
To avoid having to serve themselves in life.
Be king inside the kid in you, there is no extra time.




Let the harmattan of my pen shrinks your wet lips,
Let it paints your creamy skin as white as the snow,
Don't judge yourself to a forsaken crab on ground;
Even the strong men you look up to struggle, the rich also cry, but not as you cry but they still cry.
The tougher the journey, the tougher we become;
You are not the only one in the game,we are together.





(C) John Chizoba Vincent

SEE THROUGH MY LENS

See through my lens
That perfection is not in my blood,
I have tried to be like them and failed.
I need none of their approval or acceptance
To make it in this Tribe of poetry; where many
Look forward to see you fall with their words.



I will be who I concluded in my heart to be,
Before you judge me, see through my lens.
Perception differs from one to the other,
Adore me the way I am and, don't judge me base
On the way you see through your eyes lens.
The good I have done in your hood should have
Over shadows my flaws and weaknesses.



Before you judge me, just let me be;
Before you judge me, rememeber your flaws,
Life ain't easy for anyone that strife to succeed.
I am as weak as you are, not a superman; superhero.
To my friends, families, closest pals and relatives,
I promise never to take you on this memory lane again.



Before you open my anus in the public,
I have been in pains and suffering,
Let me take you through the my memory lane;
I have been as weak and confused as you are.
See through my lens, see through my eyes,
I was not made to be perfect but imperfect I am.




I have suffered many misfortunes!
I have suffered many pains!
I have suffered many disappointment!
I have suffered many sorrows and agonies!
I have been abused and no anyone to fight for me!
Maybe that is why I act the way I do,
Maybe that is why I behave the way I do.




I have seen death barks and my heart skip a beat,
Am only a human and I apologise for being human.
Apologies to my friends and closest pals,
No mistake is too great to recover and bounce back.
You can love me or leave me, before you judge, just
Let me be, life isn't easy as you see through your lens.
You will miss me when am gone beyond.



See my whole life through my own lens not yours;
Your lens could be deceiving and confusing, you
Can see through my eyes and tell my pains to your heart.





(C) john chizoba vincent

EVIL DAYS

'God forbid', Life permits!!
When the pastors could no longer pastor
When the preacher could no longer preach
When the crusader could no longer crusade
When the Evangelist could no longer evangelise
When the dancers could no longer dance because
Their legs were weak and dishonest with them
When the doctors could no longer treat
When the plane could no longer fly and we watch
The ship sink into the ocean without any help
When the journey is no longer sweet to further
Mosquitoes and bedbugs suck more of our blood
Hell becomes closer than before to us
When the children are left naked and sinful
When all the trees are crook and none is standing
When the legs could no longer be raised
When the sand becomes hotter and desperate to kill
When the stream calls for soul to swallow
When the oceans are more reddish and horrible
When millions shall die at once in an ailment
When the earth becomes mountain and no one could climb
Can you still stand in sweet joy?
Can you still tend the farmland?
'God forbid' but life permit,
Life sometimes permit what God forbids.




(C) John Chizoba Vincent

YOU SANG TO ME

Let's sit with the sun love, as the breeze
Blows gently towards our snowing hearts.
Let's paint our soul red and white for the season
Calls for intimacy between lovers and soulmates.
Season my life with a poetic song of joy.




I think we have the world smiling with a kiss,
The only I thing I would like you to do for me
Is to share the blossom and gliding sunset with me.
Let's touch the joy of the earth with love;
Let's cloth the world with a speechless emotions.


Hold my hand and savor my life with a sweet melodious beats that quench the longing of my heart.
Bank your life in my account and it shall be secured,
Let us be the answer to the question the world asks,
Let's us be the wine of love that the world seek,
Let us colour the world the way the world love.




Just can't believe you live inside of me,
All this while you were in front of me I never realise
That the world stand still for a lady so museful,
I couldn't believe it, I couldn't touch; I didn't see it but I felt it, you sang to my soul, you sang to me
A love song that makes the man in me stand.



Let's keep that silence a minute longer
for you who swirls with the wave of the sea.
Who missed the stereographic view of this land
who I reverse but blossom before the birth of my love,
Attest to no sorrow on earth for you never see one.
Let your boiling blood meet the new peace
and call it now seeing that of earth as then.



Sing me more of your undying love song
And tell me how wet the sun is now beside us.
Let's not hug cry of the earth so wicked and sinful
Sing me to my ear a love song of the night.
The last night you sang to me was perfect, sing to me again.




(C) john Chizoba Vincent

WHAT HAS BECOME OF NIGERIA?

WHAT HAS BECOME OF NIGERIA?



What has become of Nigeria?
What has become of my country home?
What has become of those children littered there?
Is everyone there still alive or all are dead of Lassa?
What has become of her economy that once glowed?



I seek to know the condition of my mother, Nigeria;
Is she in the hospital to be treated or has everyone
abandoned her to perish in the darkness?
Which of the Doctors is treating her; African or foreigner?
What has become of Nigeria's ailment among the world?




What has become of her politics?
The cobwebs on my eyelid can't allow me to see,
I can't hear of her voice here in the outskirts of town.
Who is who in the fire game of my country?
What has become of our saving Grace?



What has become of the pillar of Africa?
Is she moving forward or backward with her children?
What has become of the farmers that plant lives?
Are they still breathing or entangled in the madness
Of the same old of our oil producing country?



What has become of her education?
Is there any future for the youth?
Is there plans for the next generation?
Or is our budget too little to accommodate that?
Are our professors still speaking deadly languages?
What has become of our learning classroom?




What has become of the churches?
Is there still anyone praying for the nation?
Seeing from here is not good to my eyes,
The disadvantages of living abroad hurt me deadly.
Can someone please tell me of my beloved country?



What has become of her currency?
Is there still value on it or has it joined others?
Nigerians are in war with themselves;
My people are in a battle with their souls.
What shall we hold unto when tomorrow comes;
The Oil or Agricultural produce?



I used to know a great country here,
But what has become of her now?
I used to know a giant in the midst of dwarfs;
But what has become of that country now?
Is everyone there dead or alive?
'God forbid' but life permits!




(C) john Chizoba Vincent