Jaachi Writes

THE LORD SHALL DELIVER "On mount Zion there shall be deliverance" – Obadiah 1:17 When the roof of protection cave in and the walls come crumbling when the foundations of faith quake do not forget to remember, the Lord shall deliver. When clouds heavy hover above and the night is dark and dreary when the days are wild and weary, do not forget to remember, the Lord shall deliver. When oceans try to sweep you away and the heathen roar and rage when hope is bleak and black do not forget to remember, the Lord shall deliver. When the snare entrap you and you dangle on a loose rope when rags become you only robe, do not forget to remember, the Lord shall deliver. #Pengician #SSA

BORN-to-Obey (B.O.R.N.O)  Burn,  Open old wounds,  Rain careless bullets,  Never surrender territories,  Obliterate peace with violence This is the present state of B.O.R.N. O This should not be waved aside  when a lot of people die by the side.  This should not form a campaign song when a lot has prevented us getting along.  This should not be based on religion  when we have to equip our national Legion.  This should not be seen as a myth  when we are all feeling the gruesome heat.  BORNO is under fire and there are chants for political desires.  Peace is not a package from Santa,  but a collective responsibility sweeter than Fanta.  BORNO needs peace laden with fresh air and not the killings here and there.  BORNO is BORN-to-Obey  her future should be secured today or we wash away our future  as they dance and diffuse peace on belligerent aperture. Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi He is a master storyteller, a poet and a novelist who loves adventure, culture and uphold God. His poem

WRITE ME A POEM (1) write me a poem about a two boys when a white boy stick out his tongue, in mock mimic to a black boy, the world stand aloof when a black boy chuckling, roll on the floor, because 'half baked bread' describes white boy, the world bring down the roof dummy, this is not about race! our green ocean is red and wild no one can sweep the tide away with a torn umbrella  write me a poem about Nigeria... #WriteMeAPoem #Pengician #SSA

EDIYE SERIES (III) : DIVING DEEP Ediye, do you know my heart has no hearth, my words wound not and my thrusts are turgid trusts that never fall flaccid to toxic words? So, look me in the eyes and drown in the ocean of my desires, though blue the sea you see and deep the abyss of it it tells how deep this love can be and how endless the depth can be Ediye, dive! why halt and stalk? my blue seas drown not. Come now, fit your tremblings hands in mine, and swim with me let's dive deeper than deeper life into the depth of our desires Wrap your lips on mine and whisper words one would rather feel than speak. Like the lines on your palms, tattoo portraits of you and I on the contours of your skin Lead me on until I am lost in the maze of sweetness, until I see no passage save the one your love salvage. Make my home on the best page of your heart And I'll make you moan like a happy sage in my arms Ediye, this could be you and I: a piece of sizzling poetry #Ediye

THE TRIPOD EFFECT The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the surrogate father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man should be here soon" Half an hour later, just by chance a door- to-door baby photographer rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.  "Good morning, madam. I've come to...." "Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Smith cut in. "Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good. I've made a speciality of babies"  "That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat"  After a moment, she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"  "Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor is fun too; you can really spread out!" "Bathtub, living room floo

DON'T DIE na pesin wey mek you smile naim dey take him life every day he dey laugh but for night na cry gold fit dey shine like head wey oyel dey, but naim rust still dey rush depression na real, my brother, no be wash. she get that fine voice wey fit make you high song never start but you don dey dance because she kill herself you come dey judge? depression is real, my sister, no be wash Abobi, I know sey hustle no dey pay, if you kill yourself you no fit run away, waka enter rain, bros you no be salt, tomorrow go better, life na turn by turn sisterly, me I know pale too dey front, mama sef no send and boyfriend dey fuck up learn to love yourself, sister live your life, las las, wetin you dey find, e go be sister. sun wey hot, e go still calm down things wey hard, e go soft na third midland bridge na for crossing bro, make you no dive, keep crawling on no be you first come, why you wan first go? we love you scatter, but you dunno so speak out, make you for no loss e go better, don

LIGHT OF LOVE Ediye mmi a lamp dangles loosely glowing in the dark the lamp is invisible to my eyes it's dancing flame catches my eyes the current of her—the flame— flows into my curious eyes, slashing through darkness with burning passion, it hits me—the depth of me— generating a heat candescent, on that same spot where butterflies flutter whenever you say my name in Ibibio accent Ediye mmi, you're the dangling lamp your love, the dancing flame all I see is your heart a divine vanity now my bane Ediye mmi, afo ado utin ima, in the prevailing darkness of distance your love lights the way tearing down walls of partition bridging you and I with rays of pure affection #Pengician #SSA

Life is not a holiday at the beach where children build sand castles and play with pebbles. It is a fight for survival and a battle against the ever scheming, always furious arch enemy of God and man. Everyone is involved in the warfare. Unfortunately not everybody wins. Some ignore the battle with endless hopeless hopes it will automatically go away and are consequently wiped out by the unsparing enemy. Others are ignorant of the devices of the devil and are consequently destroyed. A few are dogged and fight to finish. Which are you? If you desire dominion here on earth, you most fight the good fight of faith. If you must enjoy life here on earth, you must get outta your comfort zone and go dare your fears. Believe in yourself. Yes you can! End of story. Doubt your fears. Fear limits you. It cripples you. It kills! Snap off it! Keep your heads up. You're not inferior to any superior. Alright? Keep your head upright, walk like you got this under control, and go make the win. Smil

IFE MI Ife mi, these lines are distorted distorted like my thoughts disjointed. On your face sits sadness Acute is your loneliness Fear of the unknown striped smiles off your face. Ife mi, can I clothe you back with smiles and happiness? I'm the reason for her fears and doubts, I know... no, I do not know. How do I cloth nude fears whose gender I do not know? Ife mi, wish I can sneak into your heart and sweep away into Hades Those gloomy rags, cloaking the shine of your smiles. Ife mi, who stole your smile? Trust me, a million miles got nothing on me- I can run, walk and crawl to the moon and back to fetch you a smile. #Pengician   #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you! 

WAIT! GIVE IT TIME I have questions. May I ask? Ever taken time to flip those pages before judging the book? Ever taken time to look deep beyond the surface of illusionary facts before writing someone off? Ever given time enough time to give time a chance? How do strangers gradually turn friends and lovers become strangers? And how can someone you never imagined you could tolerate became the best of friends? Love happened? Permit me to flip the coin.  You never planned for it. It just happened. I hate clichés but permit me to use this:  "Out of the blues" she captured your heart. The bond so strong, so real, so true. She completes your words and syncs with your thoughts. Like a stream, you flow seamlessly with her thoughts-her ideologies.  Your square dreams fit perfectly in the round hole of hers. A little misunderstanding and suddenly things changed. You begin to see another side to this person you so loved, so trusted and so desired. You begin to see faults that never exi

My friend wrote consistently poem for each day until he had 365 for the year 2018, a task he undertook. I looked for a way of celebrating this and penned this few lines for him.  Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu , this is my laurel wreath for your poetic head, do sir, wear it. Congrats! -  Nnamdi Elekwachi   Annus Mirabilis (For  Stefn ) A twelvemonth unfurled Just as the challenge did unfold Year and task before our eyes fall He took up the gauntlet A poor bard, drawn in an epic for Three-sixty-five-one-quarter days Armed with only muse and pen A prisoner of his mind  That torturer that had him racing On the flabby feathers of hope  A flight and sojourn of the willing  That landed him to "I made it!" Brevity it takes to pledge Greater brevity lies in daring But to do is brevity at best Ages and men passing may forget Might they a feat this noble?  A daily goer of life who led it Like eternal lines printed on  Marbled consciences When modernity exhumes antiquity Let time and tide en

POEM 365: I MADE IT all I've ever known is this,  this seemingly endless musing. I may make it although there's nothing wrong with wanting it to end. but it was cruel  waking each day to be greeted by the blankness of another page why would the simplest of tasks make me stumble over words? Why do I have to daily defragment my mind though so exhausted? why can't the other day be the end? I wondered, because I never knew never knew what's right from wrong nor the right next rung what to write when there's nothing left, washing my doubts and fears like dried blood on a club singing loud and clear the song I'd planned to sing when today's come I can make it On the seventy seventh, I'd wave my wand and cast the spells all rituals observed and fears expelled one more, yet another, and another, pretend, that all is well so no one can tell I got a share of wordruptcy, and in someway somehow survive the days, the delays, the doubts, I made it though I never thoug

HEAVEN IS... Heaven is  sitting on a bed of stone conversing with imaginary friends Heaven is conjuring words to do my bidding in scintillating three sixty five ways Heaven is sipping a juice of poetry at the tail end of the year Heaven is this inexplicable feeling of fulfillment garnished with sublime thrill Heaven is knowing you followed from day one until now, yes now Heaven is... #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!