Martins Akhoeneto
Martins Akhoeneto Poems
We left the village, seeking daily bread,
With empty pockets and hope up ahead.
A distant filling station called for hands,
Where men were needed to move loads and sand.
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Homecoming was fun, awesome
But now so tiring and worrisome
In the year when trees made music.
Radiating the grandeur of glorious heaven.
...
Falling tears, like leaves in seasons
For how many more years
Shall you shed those tears,
All for memories beyond reasons
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I knew you when the morning wore no mask of gold,
When dreams were stitched by hands both humble, brave, and bold.
Before the weight of wealth could bend the human heart,
Before proud walls were built to keep old friends apart.
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Year in, year out you come
In great delusion, an epic interest
Packed in vans of delusive saboteurs,
With pledges, both milk and in honeycomb
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A time will come; your reckoning shall be,
When dry rains fall upon your former ways;
And tears shall fill the measure of your days,
While none shall share the grief you brought to me.
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Black nights, blindfolded to heaven
Anchored beneath, a steel hell
Everything ill deed is given
A crescent moon bade farewell,
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Fly away O! Egrets
In a myriad of beaut design
Brighten up the blue skies
In great clusters of whites.
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The yearning of a million heart bred no bound,
Sitting on the shores of this lonely brook
With slashes of tides and eavesdropping bay
How true it be that my lover is near
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Say not a word and preach no more,
For all I saw were fleshly temptations
All arranged in grandeur of sagging figures
Figures like rotten bananas to its bunch,
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Greenish, as robust pumpkin I was yesterday
Not knowing what fate could offer
To my molten body of smooth flowing dye
In the year of today, even a decade
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Walls of today, walls of tomorrow
Same I gaze upon, twice in a dying second
Stand before me and tide and time lingers
Forming my companion; my gaoler.
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Even at the wake dawn, enigmas couldn't respire,
Even with affluence piled as sand dunes in harmattan;
A veteran's breath is gone, still in inert state—
State of rest, motionless. Vanity.
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Martins Akhoeneto Biography
Martins Akhoeneto Martins Akhoeneto (born 23 May, mid-1980s) is a Nigerian medical professional, writer, poet, and health educator from Agenebode, in Etsako East Local Government Area, Edo State, Nigeria. He is recognized for combining medicine, literature, and public health advocacy, with much of his work exploring themes of family, social justice, morality, patriotism, and the human condition. Early Life and Education Martins Akhoeneto was born on 23 May in the mid-1980s in Agenebode, Edo State, Nigeria. He attended Delta State University, Abraka, where he obtained a bachelor's degree in Biomedical Technology/Medical Physiology. His academic background in the medical sciences has significantly influenced his career in health education and medical advocacy. Career Akhoeneto has built a career in the medical field while also establishing himself as a literary figure. As a health educator and medical advocate, he is committed to promoting public awareness on disease prevention, healthy living, and community health through educational campaigns and publications. Alongside his medical career, he has gained recognition as a poet and writer. His works often address social inequality, national identity, love, grief, faith, and the enduring strength of the human spirit. His writing is characterized by vivid imagery, emotional depth, and reflective social commentary. Literary Works Akhoeneto is the author of several poems, including: - The Paint - Olivia, My Beloved - The Man Who Taught the Earth My Name - Death at a Funeral - Elegy for a Dying Nation - Until My Daughters Return - When Gold Forgot Its Name His poetry has been noted for its emotional resonance and exploration of personal and societal experiences. Writing Style and Philosophy Akhoeneto's literary philosophy emphasizes the transformative power of language. He believes that 'the greatest weapon of the human mind is words, not swords, ' a principle reflected throughout his poetry and public writings. His works frequently advocate compassion, justice, integrity, and peaceful dialogue over violence and conflict. Personal Life Known for his approachable and compassionate personality, Akhoeneto has been described as friendly, thoughtful, and deeply emotional. His personal experiences, professional background, and commitment to humanitarian values continue to shape both his literary and medical contributions.
The Best Poem Of Martins Akhoeneto
Beyond Their Judgment
We left the village, seeking daily bread,
With empty pockets and hope up ahead.
A distant filling station called for hands,
Where men were needed to move loads and sand.
Seventy waited beneath the morning sun,
But thirty places meant the rest were done.
My friend was chosen; I was left behind,
Too small in frame, they had made up their mind.
Yet strength is not the shape that others see,
Nor can a man's true worth be judged by size.
I stayed because the road was far too long,
And turning back would mean admitting defeat.
Hours passed before they found me standing there,
Still hoping someone might give me a share.
At last, they gave me work beside the rest,
And I resolved to give the task my best.
I carried sand beneath the scorching skies,
While sweat like rain kept stinging both my eyes.
I lifted loads and laboured through the day,
Determined not to let the chance slip away.
At break, I kept the food accounts with care,
Recording every name and each man's fare.
A simple list became a test of trust,
And soon I held responsibilities beyond the dust.
I gathered workers, kept the records straight,
And helped ensure each man received his rate.
The woman saw a worth she had not known,
And trusted me with duties of my own.
She offered me a place when work was done,
A chance to stay when construction was complete.
But while I helped to build another's dream,
An admission letter redirected mine.
I went in search of wages for the day,
But left with more than words could ever say.
They judged the vessel standing in their sight,
Unaware of what it carried out of sight.
Martins Akhoeneto Comments
Martins Akhoeneto Quotes
Poetry is the language of the mind, expressed in lines of diversity.
'Words outlive monuments. They preserve memories, challenge injustice, inspire hope, and remind humanity of its shared soul.'
'Some homes are built with bricks; others are rebuilt every day with memory.'
'A poet does not escape pain; he teaches pain how to speak without losing its humanity.'
'The loudest victories are often celebrated by history, but the quietest battles are remembered by poetry.'
'When truth is denied a throne, it finds refuge in a poem.'
'The deepest scars are not always written on the skin; many are hidden between unfinished verses.'
'A nation begins to die the day its conscience becomes more expensive than its comfort.'
'Even when the road forgets your footprints, let your character remember where you have been.'
'Hope is the stubborn seed that grows in the ashes of every broken dream.'
'I write not because the world listens, but because silence deserves a worthy opponent.'
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