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I've refused to resign My dreams glow, rage My heart pure and loving I've gained more heights In heart, mind and eyes You're particular My semen's no more wasted You pick them up Molding them into our kind Enlarging humanity and mankind With the charm of all ease Your fist holds the world still A Queen in the mold of Kings You're particular On our pace to our goal Your focus is daunting A dream to behold Your prayers and deeds So amazing to conception Aren't you a gift and miracle You're peculiar It all flows from you Great love and honour It all flows from you Gait of peace and success It all flows from you Gathering of love Ocean and fountain Alluring and captivating Courageous and daring Calming and Motivating From the beginning till now A wife and mother This heart is yours Just yours forever. This is a bit of my heart to my darling wife CAPT. MRS. KELECHI JULIET IBEJI (IZU-ỌMAM). I loved, love and will love you forever...

Just for you... I abhor that we'll be enemies Our times enjoyed some good It wasn't to be perfect though And nothing here is Time grew us apart; yes Isn't it natural with many? It shouldn't become hate How it all started? Think it! I still admire the experience Cherish the companionship Helping mutually It was for a purpose I think What's the reason? Remember our bedtime You confessed the allure You relished the mix I gave my heart and mind Remember we shared Even now the feelings breathe Why the silence? It shouldn't be hate after all What happened is fair Life is of phases  It's a community of time Each time for its due But let's remain friends Never to be enemies One day in my wish We will share a little more It will be to refresh our minds To rub off the rust Just to keep going We're friends forever.

With so many shades It flows but not like water Not like the flood or stream It's not like fountain either It cooks sweet and sour The sweet-sour and soured sweet Bringing tiny pieces into one Ticking, humming and more It consumes the wind Turning nothing to power It moves the old and little Sometimes with jumps Sometimes with shakes Smiles and face movements Isn't it called dance? What does it do to warriors? Does it give them power? Power to kill or what? The strength to surge When they say morale What about lovers? Why do they employ it? Many works for lovers maybe Call them out yourself It's the food of love they say And for the rituals Worshippers are habitual  And its hold on the spirits? Of good and bad equally? In invocations and exaltations? I don't know what is mystery Tell me about you dear Why do you lift a crowd? Get them from one world to another? How does ecstasy come? Their pains gone Their anger vanished Their anxiety won Where are your hands please? Br

I wonder how it sees But it responds so well What it sees affects it Nights are no barriers It pierces the dark And perceives it object Like a den gun It begins to hum  Moving in chequered styles Lifting garments up Down and up again I think it also hears Every sense serves it The eyes send their service The ears make the wake Touches sets the fire raging The pompous transmitter It works something miracle Bearing message of mystery We think it has no eye But its target is unmistakable Trudging in and out It serves the dish of life It does this with a vomit The vomit that brings life The message of new life And a new generation sets in Does it have a song? But it dances though uniquely Does come with honey But the lady kept moaning The relish go round The bearer is inescapable It sets the venue ablaze Two fighting in joy Sometimes crying ensues But never for a helper out there And most times we hear Even from assumed victim In the amidst of the sweet pains Hit it harder! Tear it out!! S

KEMKA S. IBEJI Eats off giant into thin dwarf Diminishes ideas, stunting them Baptizes the wise into foolishness  Blurs greatest seers and blindfolds The sensual is numbed silly Subjecting knowledge to nothing Why possess our leaders? They've all become bad gods What else can they become? The preachers and doers of doom Don't get into our gods You make demons from gods Singing songs of destruction; Day and night even endlessly Vanishing their virtues; Love and temperance, Tolerance and mercy Many more will go May we not live in hades Get not into our homes Don't visit peace of lovers Cast not your mind on ours Oh hatred! You're the weak destroyer The enfeebling doze  Who tears down the mighty Stupefying the brave Calving a fool of the courageous Let not my eyes see thee Let not my wits embrace thine Never let me in to thy tables That I may not thirst at thy door  Let me never be your host Not even now, not in times ahead

KEMKA S. IBEJI It ceased to live within humans It took a flight to no known where It's all fears and woes about us When again and where? In times past and in history The aged and young gathered In the nights with all the chills There under the trees and shades They told stories of times While the aged kept memories The young kept records No one gave powers to ills When again and where? As little as 6 and 7 We walked miles into swamps Across streams and rivers Tilling in the chills of all silence It was in company of the vegetation Thin voices of birds were our melody We got no fears for the wrongs of now Our peace was just guaranteed But now it's all different and unsafe When again and where? We heard about head hunters We heard of the death of kings Their rituals of heads of virgins The burial in company of maids We saw none but heard all We obeyed the stories for life It's now a reality beyond tales What has gone bad and wrong? Where did we get it wrong? When shall our pe

KEMKA S. IBEJI When the way to the loo gets multiple, the dangers of accidental discharge increase by larger number. When truth is masked for too long, it merely grows shells and thickens the vigour of the upright. The Imo State matter of the 2019 election has become that proverbial leach that perches tight on the scrotal sack sucking profusely but enjoys the immunity of personal harm. The only thing that will recur in the mind of keen watchers is the question; how long will justice suffer in the hands of its acclaimed oracles in the temple of her service? While I may not be able to give answer to the question above, I will try my hands in the description of the personality of justice. From the point of view of philosophy and especially juridical philosophy, we saw various definitions of justice. Striking among such definitions is the one given by one of the most celebrated sophists; Thrasymacus. He defined justice as the interest of the stronger. Interestingly, this definition has hel