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I love the White man, And his ways. No you can not change my mind! Know you can not turn my heart aback. I am BLACK ... I was born BLACK ... I will die BLACK ... But won't LIVE BLACK.                                                    Godwin Henry Osaigbovo PA  Shakespeare. #SPEAREPOETRY™ FOR ASH GREY MOVE... PA SHAKESPEARE FO. IMseries... grey blessings... ... .                     for the soul that craves wisdom findeth it. ..

The night comes with absolute darkness whilst the morning is illuminated with such brightness. This, I have experienced from the days I was but a kid And now I have grown to be a fine king. Still, I have not seen anyone crafty enough to justapose one for the other Even after deep studies and travels through lands of mystic and wonder. I have made haste while it is day Amidst life's hustle and bustle which are but mundane. I have seen, heard and have learnt a lot But life I am unable to call a slut. ENE The salient points to achieving a fulfilled life Does not rest on personal achievements neither on celestial strife An altruist they say; changes much with others Unlike the egoist whose pride makes him a stranger to his own mother. Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare For ENE ASHGREY PaShakespeareFo SPEAREPOETRY™ IMseries

The night comes with absolute darkness whilst the morning is illuminated with such brightness. This, I have experienced from the days I was but a kid And now I have grown to be a fine king. Still, I have not seen anyone crafty enough to justapose one for the other Even after deep studies and travels through lands of mystic and wonder. I have made haste while it is day Amidst life's hustle and bustle which are but mundane. I have seen, heard and have learnt a lot But life I am unable to call a slut. ENE The salient points to achieving a fulfilled life Does not rest on personal achievements neither on celestial strife An altruist they say; changes much with others Unlike the egoist whose pride makes him a stranger to his own mother. Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare For ENE ASHGREY PaShakespeareFo SPEAREPOETRY™ IMseries

When we finally met I tried to read your mind, Hoping to for once leave sad shows behind, All I got was shades of red, Nothing but darkness overhead, Different colors with many feelings, Maybe I can help you by leaving. From hate to love to trust to revenge, So intense you might hurt me in the end, I warned myself this was going to happen, Like the sound of one hand clapping, Your face disguises to hide thy true color, Hateful shady young rebellious lover. Sorry won't make up for not been there, My apologies won't describe how much I care, When your eyes turned red I looked away, As with your feelings I did play, Pretended you weren't there when I last saw your face, When you needed me most I left without a trace. How do I explain I did it all for you? I sacrificed my life please tell me what to do, Did it all to keep you safe, Watched you behind walls and let it chafe, I guess I will never be happy, Knowing you may never

When we finally met I tried to read your mind, Hoping to for once leave sad shows behind, All I got was shades of red, Nothing but darkness overhead, Different colors with many feelings, Maybe I can help you by leaving. From hate to love to trust to revenge, So intense you might hurt me in the end, I warned myself this was going to happen, Like the sound of one hand clapping, Your face disguises to hide thy true color, Hateful shady young rebellious lover. Sorry won't make up for not been there, My apologies won't describe how much I care, When your eyes turned red I looked away, As with your feelings I did play, Pretendee you weren't there when I last saw your face, When you needed me most I left without trace. How do I explain I did it all for you? I sacrificed my life please tell me what to do, Did it all to keep you safe, Watched you behind walls and let it chafe, I guess I will never be happy, Knowing you may never for

Sweet like a honey drop, As loving as can be, A heart the size of an ocean, A soul filled with glee. You're not just a siren song, You're a lifelong symphony, Your rhythm moves me, To rise up, dance and sing. I'm glad you were born today, My beautiful birthday girl, You make my life stunning, And fill it with such joy. I have many friends, But there's one above the rest. That one is you, You are simply the best. It's a friend like you, In good times and bad, Who asks for nothing, Yet offers a hand. Wherever I go in life, There's only one thing to do, I must have you in my heart; " May your birthday be epic, May you never settle for less, May your special day be special, May you be blessed with the best. May your dreams never die, May your wishes come true, May your birthday be ageless, May you be born anew." As you grow up, may you find... Hope before despair, Passion before bo

There is a swelling storm, What ensues shall for itself perform, I'm caught up in the middle of it all, Up the ladder and down the wall, And it takes control, A sort of besom that clears my soul. The person that I thought I was I shot her dead because, The girl I used to know, Will never stay content on the low, Or watch a young heart fail, Whenever storms assail.' Good thing there is a light To dwell in solemn shades of endless night. Even in the dark I feel its warmth, In my hands, and my heart, Why can't I hold on? When that greater dream had gone. It comes and goes in waves, It always does, it always does, We watch as our young hearts fade, Into the flood, into the flood, The freedom of falling, Whipped by the storm, screaming and calling. A feeling I thought was set in stone, I let them stray, I thought of myself alone, I let it slip through my fingers, Now every lasting effect of you lingers, I'm trying hard to let go Whether i

* nwayi obi * You think she's s utterly evil! So there can not be any good in her, Why? Because you saw her drinking a bottle of Palmi And smoking several sticks of cigar. You then assume she's a either a bad person Or has committed arson. ọ bụghị otú ahụ? * ọ dị mma * When you knew about the abortion You were quick to label her wayward And promiscuous. Oh!!! The insults you rained on Her, You even wish Amadioha would take her life. * cheta * When she wanted to tell you What had happened to her. Ekwunife -do not say a thing yet- you Yelled at her. For you were not yet done with her.  * njedebe nke ndụ * Life, She exclaim!!! While she took a last look at the knotted rope Dangling down the branch of an ebelebo tree. She cried, screamed, wailed, for life has been Unfair to her, Who would believe that she smoked and drank Just to rid herself of the thought of Committing suicide. That the aborted child was implanted in her By ichie Okonta; her lat

Who is the genius??? I remember back then in school,2015 to be precise, was with my reading partners studying for our final exams. A fresher from God knows where just came by asking what 7x13 was. Honestly I was expecting a cold reply from my sociology friend,instead she was like; ''7x13??? errmmm errmmm come ooo how does the answer affect our environment? U should focus on exploring the organization of knowledge production in systems biology, which is a research approach that brings together biologists, physicists, engineers, mathematicians and computer scientists in novel interdisciplinary arrangements not what 7x13 is. I was dumbfounded,as her reply was totally off point and uncalled for. Just as i was about to laugh and scold fash at the same time, my other mate in person of Loyce made matters worse. Loyce is a political scientist. And so,he started; Fasola Nooo!!! Noo!!! Nooo!!! Listen to my argumentum propentum, u see, 7*13 looking at it from the poli

HE 4 SHE One stereotype here another there, Calls what ought to be a human right a privilege, To seek out sorrow that dwells everywhere, Rights and freedom, over sacrilege. Do you need the opposite sex to validate your self-worth? Being glad about a new foolish quiet mirth. Men sometimes don’t realize gender inequality is their issue too, They see expressing emotions as a sign of weakness, The injuries that to yourself you do, A little bit of outlaw, a little bit of Jesus. Why can’t men express emotions and be what they please? A buoyant Spirit and a heart at ease. Men who need women to get their shit together are not attractive, Women who need men to be happy are spoilt little imps, Would that your brain was as active, You will realize the difference between a child and a shrimp, Why should everyone learn to cook and do household chores? So you feed yourself, your loved ones and be self-dependent. I had a friend who became a stranger,