July 19, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION


Ngozi Olivia Osuoha



Feeling Like A Celebrity



The muse i cannot mute

The peaceful rhythm of a joyful soul

The purple song of a green spirit

Harping with golden harpers a glorious band

O how i feel like a celebrity.


Behold the angels of a serene world

Unveiling the cloud of melody and harmony,

Raising the tune of trumpeters and fluters

Hear the timbrel and tambourine

The holy orchestra in blue valleys

The divine choir and army of mountains

What a sensation of great tribute!

Windy whispers of pipers in one accord

All in unison, i hear their celebration

O i feel like a celebrity.


Coloured in fame, and gorgeous glory

Decorated in beauty, humbled in honour

Adorned with precious stones

Paraded in might

Worn the ornaments of non-fading scents

Betrothed to the king, declared the queen

O what a celebrity!


Tens of needs pointing

Hundreds of wants longing

Thousands of thorns piercing

Numerous challenges pressing

Still i feel like a celebrity.


Behind my smiles and pains

God surrounds my fainting heart

Beneath my slipping feet

God supports my feeble knees,

In a world so restless

God calms my troubled breasts

So i feel like a celebrity.


His power, my strength

His grace, my pride

His love, my hope

His peace, my path

His mercy, my ladder

His light, my apex

His sheild, my succour

You dare not, how crazy i feel

Feeling like a celebrity!


Today, the day the lord has made

The day i was born

O i feel like a celebrity











July 19th

(The day the lord has made)




Right from the start

You made me a fine art,

You knew well my chart

My copy is not in the mart,

When troubles tear me apart

You jealously guard my heart.



When i go into solitude

You give me divine fortitude,

Lifting me to your altitude

Not looking at my attitude,

I cannot deduce the magnitude

But accept my heart of gratitude.



You have been very faithful

Yet i am too fearful,

Of me, you are thoughtful

Please make me truthful,

May i never be tearful

As you keep my mind thankful.



When it seems i am behind

You pause, play or rewind

You know what to bind,

For me to mill or grind

Then, whatever i find,

I owe you an adoring mind.



Though i am a sinner

I pray not to grow thinner,

Instead let me be a grinner.

Today, i have no pinner

But give me a dinner

And crown me a winner.



For me, you move ahead

Passing me through like thread,

Your faithfulness i must spread

Because all powers you head,

So many people are dead

And some have no bread.



If i give you my brunch

It will not be up to much,

If i give up my lunch

You do not eat such,

Help me gather all in bunch

And give you myself in staunch.













Happy Birthday To Me



Young and old

Alive and strong

A lot to unfold

Short and long,

Boundless and free

Growing like a tree.


Silver and gold

I have none

Hot and cold

Yet, not done

Lord, i am grateful

Though not careful.


Hungry but healthy

Poor, not rich

Well, not wealthy

Safe, from the ditch

Yet better and happier;

Some, sadder and madder.


The most perfect have died

The most innocent imprisoned,

The most chosen, crucified,

The most dedicated, crushed

The most committed, crashed

The most gallant, tricked

The most vigilant, deceived

The most brilliant, fooled

The most intelligent, stumbled

The most combatant, lost

The most humane, butchered

The most careful, assaulted

The most productive, dwindled

The most gifted, robbed

The most talented, destroyed

The most righteous, bombed

The most distinct, condemned

The most elegant, betrayed

The most accurate, denied

The most eloquent, humbled

The most fluent, dumbfounded

The youngest, aborted

The bravest, chained

The strongest, killed

The cleverest, bound

The smartest, locked


Yet in all these

Lord, you kept me,

Under thy shadow

Safe from the desperate snares

Of the most wicked;


Therefore if i murmur

I would be an ingrate.












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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