Port Harcourt, my Port Harcourt,
A baronial city, bedraggled and obstreperous;
A city with the good, the bad and the ugly,
Deprived of all in tandem with beauty.
Port Harcourt, my renowned Garden City,
Parlous, galling and , of course, shambolic;
A city where the gardens are but mere weeds;
One where looters and junkies own the streets.
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My words to whomever it may concern,
Heed not inattentively, for I'm here to affirm.
'A good name', they say,'is better than sacrifice',
And, I add, is indeed more valuable than jewels.
Why live a life so damn, in all façades, phoney?
Need I remind you that your living it isn't funny?
Why would you, folk, be ensnarled in frivolities
When all you'd get is none but mere trivialities?
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Your coyness, my dear, is taking ages;
Why don't we write our love story in pages?
Now and then I think about you and you alone,
Hoping ad infinitum that I've seen the bone
Of my bones. I wish you'd hear my heartbeat,
And be cognizant of how you get me off my feet
My diva, my señorita, my everyday candy crush.
Whenever you're around me, I feel so alive;
With you by myself I know I'll forever survive.
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My treasure without measure,
My backbone, my spine, my one and only;
The silky gazelle of the esteemed paradise,
My breath, my lifesaver, how I love you so very
Much!
Life, they say, isn't a bed of roses, but your
Presence makes mine rosy; you're an angel,
Though without wings; my irreplaceable one,
My soul-piece, the meaning of my life, my Heartthrob, my one in a gazillion. How I love You so very much!
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You are the silky gazelle of the esteemed paradise
Blazing radiance on me in a blissful beam;
Your daintiness flabbergasts me, so nice
I pray together we become a team.
The fauna and flora, with you I can’t compare
For wherever I go I see your face, my rose;
My love for you daily-multiplies, indeed not mere
For you are the reason I can take this proud pose.
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My words to a nation, obscure and vague,
The genesis of our pain, the start of a plague.
Why do we live so mini behind the stage?
My country, my nation, my anguish and source of rage!
Musa Yar'Adua started Einstein's equation,
A formula adopted by Goodluck, another man of vision.
The land was tranquil until Amaka decided to boo Harry,
Albeit they tin my Ibu, I still remember the pains I carry!
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Rain on my parade
And you'll get Karma's raid,
Attempt thwarting my praise,
And be put below raise!
Be that jealous foe while I traverse,
And presently you'll meet that reverse!
In the resplendent halls of Methodist Girls' High, celestial stars are found,
Favour Okpe, my JSS 1 school daughter, shining as the radiant sun, profound.
Edimenere, with her relentless academic prowess, a luminous beacon of light,
Angel Lekiah, a resplendent superstar, a mirror of my childhood's delight.
Gift Eberechukwu in JSS 2, a stunning brainiac of supreme intellect,
Alongside Boma, whose brilliance ascends to the heavens, a paragon of respect.
With seventeen more, each one cherished and stupendous, a joy divine,
Their presence fills my heart with narratives sublime.
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In hunger's grasp, I hobble and strain,
Like crutches, my stomach in pain.
Wheelchair dreams, where food does reign.
Through the fridge I lurch and swoop,
Craving snacks like a ravenous troop.
Wheelchair spins, in fridge I stoop.
Cupboards bare, I shuffle and creep,
Crutches clatter, in corners I peep.
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In a garden fair, where blooms unfurl,
Stood she, a vision, grace in every swirl,
Her smile, a sunbeam in the morning's glow, Captured my heart, where love's rivers flow.
Together now, through life's uncertain course, Through joyous highs and tempests' fierce force,
Our love, a bastion, in every stance,
In trials faced, our hearts find true romance.
For life, a tapestry of trials and grace,
Yet hand in hand, we conquer every chase,
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