May 4, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION


Ngozi Olivia Osuoha






If you see Ojukwu

Tell him, I never saw him

But heard a lot he did,

Tell him I see his pictures,

That radiate determination

His Afro hair and beard

Typical of African masculine.


If you see Ojukwu

Tell him, I heard of the war

Its horrors that still hover

Its ghost that still haunts,

Tell him, I see danger

If you see Ojukwu

Tell him, nothing changed.


If you see Ojukwu

Tell him, they still kill

They still maim,

They still marginalize

Tell him, they still burn and bomb

Tell him, the war is still on

Tell him, they vanquished.


If you see Ojukwu

Tell him, tomorrow is uncertain

Tell him we are deadlocked

Heading to nowhere

Ask him who do we blame,

Fate, the gods, ancestors,

Black or white?


If you see Ojukwu

Fail not to tell him these

Please never hesitate

Perhaps he will reincarnate a saviour,

If you see Ojukwu

Tell him living here is a war

Dying here is a war too












Hunting men

Killing women

Butchering children,

Belittling mankind

Desecrating humanity

Preserving cattle

Dignifying livestock

Grazing in residential area.


Maiming men

Wasting women

Crushing children,

Melting mankind

Hijacking humanity

Choking the earth

Suffocating the world.


Band of wolves

Legion of lions

Cluster of tigers

Grazing in farm land.


The devouring shepherd

Roasting men for his beast

Idolizing his cattle

Immortalizing his livestock

A bloody missionary

Hunting human

Safeguarding animals

Awkward shepherd

Satanic shepherd.










Ngozi Olivia Osuoha

Ngozi Olivia Osuoha is a young writer from Nigeria. From a family of eight, including both parents she is the second daughter but fourth child. She read Estate Management and has some experience in Banking and Broadcasting.

She has published some works in a Liberian magazine, Ghanian news platform and an Indian poetry publication.

Many of her works have gone abroad for evaluation and publication. She wrote the longest poems/rhymes in the world, yet to be published. Writing is life.


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