Onah Kingsley
🌟 An enthusiastic English Teacher at Victor Pacesetter Schools, Ikorodu, Lagos, Nigeria. A passionate writer with a special interest in poetry.
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THE BURIAL
I didn’t want to step out of the house that evening, yet, I could not afford staying at home all alone either. Everyone, I mean 80% of the entire village was going to gather at the burial ceremony. Somehow, these villagers always have occasions to attend. People often wed and dedicate their babies; the New Yam Festival comes annually; churches, of course, will always have one reason or the other to dance and rejoice; but none of these is as popular and ground-shaking as the burial ceremonies....
I AM
Beneath these rags, there’s a royal robe. Beyond this dirt, this dearth, this debt, this death; A destiny sparkling, a star aglow. Through the windows of my mind, I see a figure of a boy beloved of all_ A prince among paupers, destined for grand lands, A singer of melody to generations While they dance and chorused: “All hail him who went, and saw, and won. Friends, I am not what you think I am. I am not a broke ass beggar Or a tattered battered scattered brat. I am not a lowly lump, du...
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