Emeka GOC Ogaraku
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The Mixed Soup
The mind was once a clear, familiar track,
But now the words slip off and won't come back.
A conversation starts, then fades away,
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Fallacious Stardom
Addictive development enjoys boredom
The desire to dive in for more, more of the exotics
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A Strategic Rebranding
Out of the ashes a seed sprouts
Onyendu Ndigbo Diaspora Leader
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The Lone Ranger of the Desert
The Lion Of The Desert
I have seen it all.
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Oh Africa
What are you all like the crabs packed in a basket?
Alive and active, envy kept you like a Cottage in a casket
Why do you stop the people's efforts the escape
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Africa, Oh Africa, Africa, Oh Africa
Africa, Oh Africa, Africa, Oh Africa
Eze ndi Igbo all over Africa
Eze ndi Igbo in South Africa
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March and April 2026, rages
It's a widespread violent protests outrage
Bereft of any meaningful courage
Sparked by a controversial kingship enthronement
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Beyond The Scars
The mind builds a wall when the world is unkind
A quiet defense that leaves us behind
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I speak for my friend
Who has lost all his friends.
They are not aware of his plights
His fights, fear of flight
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Fighting, The Fear Of Flight
I speak for my friend
Who has lost all his friends.
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My Conversation With Diaspora And Mama Africa
Akabuland, Africa, Akabuland
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A Veil of Fire
In the shadows of Nigeria's vibrant cities
And enterprising people spurn out of universities
In this vast rural expanses, a silent war brewing.
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The 'Eze Ndi Igbo' (series)
King of Igbos in foreign lands
Common tittle explodes into a storm
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The Twenty-Pound On My Mind
Ndigbo: Biafra, Lost A War sixty year before
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The Unwinding Road
Love is a profound and a breath-taking grace,
A shield that protects the heart's fragile place
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The Mixed Soup
The Mixed Soup
The mind was once a clear, familiar track,
But now the words slip off and won't come back.
A conversation starts, then fades away,
Lost in the shifting fog of everyday.
This is no single storm, no solo grief,
But a slow theft that robs the mind of peace.
T's a mixed soup of the things I used to know,
Where simple tasks and thoughts begin to slow.
The recent past dissolves like morning mist,
Leaving a blank, void, where memories exist.
The plans and judgments falter and decline,
A new shadow of me it defines to incline
As shadows that blur the borders of time.
With every fading word, the shadow grows,
Anxiety and sadness come and go.
Characters, behaviours and routine miss lines in time
The youth look on, while elders bear the weight
Of changes altering our internal state.
Yet in the quiet spaces left behind,
A person searches for the thread to bind,
To hold the pieces of a fading art,
And keep the steady beating of the heart.
Why are things become protracted and prolonged mix-up?
Why, how did it happen, forced to eat this mixed soup
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