Dear EX - A letter by a Female or Male???

Dear Ex,

It’s been two or more other exes since the final goodbye that sapped out breath from me- this isn’t said with pride but to rescue myself from loneliness, there was three or more rebounds- despite my gasp, you turned your back with no remorse, squatting on the ground with my face down, there was a loud bang and that was you shutting the door.

We fight then We love - Poem

Fight then LOVE                                                                                                                           Written by: Nwazuosa Nkem Kennedy

Your words can’t be encrypted; I see it clearly on the wall

Your passion drives for warmth; I perceive you want it all

The desire is just so small; care, love, assurances and bond

It isn’t too much at all; we fight then we love.

My Filthy Edge - (Poem)

Written by: Jo BlaQ and Kennedy

My Filthy Edge!!!

Poked her all night; yet She never mind

Regardless of the fights; not a single sigh

Her love is exceptional; Rare like a unicorn

Yet mine is conditional; if she would be my prom

The Spirit's VOICE – against “Xenophobia”

…I know if I didn't leave my Bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison- Nelson Mandela

My Offspring have worn a false identity

We have become a slave to our own minds; we shall live with this tragedy

You have veiled your hearts with hate against your brothers, I loved even my enemies

If freedom means cutlasses, guns and fire… Let it burn my legacies to ashes!

My Black Story - MY Motivation!

B. What have I become?; See what I have metamorphosed into

That frail feet; the infirm heart that couldn't keep fate

That virtue that seemed almost blurred by mere words

Look how shinned I have transformed: am so MadeofBlack

HE LEFT A NOTE WHILE SHE WAS ASLEEP

While She Slept, I wrote a Note

“I wish I could read this to you in person, I also wanted to wake you up to say these words to you but on a second thought, I’d rather get a middle page of my note book and my Eleganza pen and transfer thoughts into written words hoping that you stumble on it by the side of the bed soon as the rays from the sun wakes you up-hope you make it early to the office today.

Just so you know, I wrote this piece to you within the hours of 3am – 4am, I woke myself up with my own snore and was bothered not to have you wake too- I can only imagine how you have been able to manage with me all along or is it the bed that I have suddenly converted into a football pitch, constantly kicking you… LOL!!!

A Letter To my Nigerian Lady - By The "Luv Doc" Kennedy

A letter to My Naija Lady!!!

My Dearest Naija Lady

I need to say this for one reason - I like you as much as you cannot like me. Eternity is a long time to start thinking of too early so why not start creating moments since they say it lasts forever. I would like an Indian woman, they sing very well, or maybe a Caribbean girl or Brazilian ladies off course you know why so don’t ask why. I have a little grudge too but I will still choose you and I will try not to make it conditional because you are the one. But I crave that you listen…

She’s in her late 20’s- Her Relationship!!!

She’s in her late 20’s- Her Relationship!!!

Written by: Nwazuosa Nkem Kennedy

It’s another season of love and this time I have to take advantage of this aura to express myself on an issue which has overtime been avoided either in pretense or in a deliberate attempt to showcase only the juicy part of that relationship. Behind that social media platform where you constantly post that lovely gesture and try to act better than Bollywood is a scar you hide - all isn't as red-rosy as you make other young ladies feel. Note that I am not trying to say we shouldn't celebrate happiness or sing about love but at the same proportion as we so love, we should expose the ills too for in exposing the bad side we soften the path we tread. These ills have formed the basis of a stronger woman and these bad side have made us appreciate the good times hence, the ills should not be ignored neither should it be celebrated.

Poem- Maybe I should Stop Dreaming?

MY BASKET OF DREAMS

MY BASKET OF DREAMS        written by: Nwazuosa Nkem Kennedy                                                                                                                                                        

When my eyes closes in slumber; and I smile to what I ponder

What if I see myself different; unique from the norms of familiarity? 

Alone I see my goal; when I stumble to that rock it is still my goal

Its Heavy on me my basket of dreams... should I stop dreaming?

My HEART is UNBROKEN- (Poem)

HEART UNBROKEN                                                                                                
Written by: Nwazuosa Nkem Kennedy  
       
The same face that smiled on the first day
same lips whence an angel spoke on that same day
Heart that keenly listened as he poured out 
same eyes that got struck without any doubt.

Where have you been oh lost one;                                                                    
why have u hidden your virtue
jointly are those who tread this path; why do u stand alone?
Fixated between happiness and splendor, 
beneath her red apparel dwells a scar she nursed

We still Remember...A Chibok Girl- My Sambisa Tale

  

A poetic insight of a piece written and composed by Nwazuosa Nkem Kennedy