July 14, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

John Stanmeyer



Ngozi Olivia Osuoha



White Lies



The president “I am not a citizen”

The butcher “I have never seen blood”

The principal “I was never a student”

The lawyer “I have never argued”


The warlord “I have never killed”

The prostitute ” I am still a virgin”

The tree “I do not have any root”

The potter “I have never seen clay”


The carpenter “I can’t identify a nail”

The air “I am watery”

The fan “I have no blade”

The land “I am not on earth”


The shepherd “there is nothing like flock”

The hen “I was never a chick”

The dog “never was I a puppy”

The priest “I have never seen a cassock”












Hold On To Your Dreams



It shatters to lose a parent

It could kill a beautiful dream,

It kills to witness war

It could rend hope apart,

It tears to be raped

It could smash destiny,

It dwindles to be scandalized

It could crush reputation,

It discourages to be gossipped

It could fade respect,

But the future is a mystery

Everything is a teacher

Troubles advance our mentality

Challenges enlarge our strength,

Hold on to your dreams.


Heartbreaks and disappointments

Divorce and widowhood

Spinsterhood and singlehood

All and more, ache

But there is more to life,

A little bit of this

A little bit of that,

Joy and sorrow

Pain and peace,

Trauma and drama

Vices and victories

All, all elevate us

So hold on to your dreams.


Do not take your life

Suicide is not an option,

The heat of torments

The rage of trials

The height of temptations

The peak of evil

The climax of horror

The apex of terror,

All these shape our destiny

Hold on to your dreams.


We capture in adventure

We see in adversity

We grow in quest

We expand in jungle

Your dream must not die

Big or small, tiny or large

Soft or hard, short or long

Nurse it, nurture it

Feed it, grow it

Feature it, annonce it

Zoom it, let it boom.










Stay Put



When thinking is your prayer

And idleness your job,

When loneliness is your friend

And tears your perfume,

When they sing “go and marry”

Sister, lean on God.


When badluck lingers

And illluck overstays

When disappointments wake

And rumours loom

When hardluck surrounds

Sister, seek God.


When your feet slide

And your hands slip

When your faith is wounded

And you can no longer grip

When everything is choking

Sister, hold on, bow not.


When you look like an outcast

And more than outdated

When you look awkward

And timid and backward,

When no one ever understands

Sister, please stay put.


When you see no more

And hear no more,

When you walk no farther

And work no further

When you dream sick

Sister, carry your shoulders.


Remember how far you have gone

Forward ever, backward never,

When you starve for days

And thirst for weeks

When you yawn and yawn

And yearn for years

Please sister, hang in there.


When they sing “go and marry”

As if they share husbands

As if you are not beautiful

As if you were ever wayward

When they conclude you are too old

When they feel you are a burden

When they finally write you off,

When they believe you are possessed,

Sister, stay put, stay put.


When God delays

When He would not come

When He never came

When He is very far

When He fakes an answer

Sister, strengthen your anchor,

Stay put, STAY PUT











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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