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It is great chinedu world so good so nice and so on so fine so cool so dommy. I am a good guy in nature in future this is my world i am for every body inluding you and them, story of my life i have experiaced many defecult in in the storm of liven, trying to know who i am and what i am, but GOD know's more than i do.
my name is chinedu obouzor
HOME TOWN;-OGBA/AGBEMA/NDONI/ONLEGA/RIVERS/STATE
DATE OF BIRTH;-MAY/12/1984
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SEX;-MALE/ 23/YEAR'S
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Here and share with me i am nice when you get to know me just simple in nature i Have no helper in this life, I do thing's on my own is thruogh my hard working i Made something out of nothing this world is a stage the world is a class room Were we learn thing's of good and bad from day's to month from month to years I WAS {SEVEN} year's old when i start living with my father at portharcourt for {12 years}, he diden't take good care of me, the way father has to care For his child i lived at roumumasi for up to this year's but nothing beneficial that he has done for me before my mother sayed that i should return back to omoku i started my secondry school at S.M.H.S Santa maria high school omoku i obtened my satificate AGUAST 16 2005. Before i started doing some peti job's that is not al
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AFRICA MY AFRICA, AFRICA OF PROUD WORRIOS
In ancestral savannahs, Africa of whom my grandmother sings, on the banks of the distant river. i have never known you but your Blood flows in my veins your, beautiful black blood that irrigates The fields the blood of your sweat the work of your slavery the Slavery of your children AFRICA, TELL ME, AFRICA, is this you This back that is bent, this back that breaks under the waight of humiliation this back trembling with red scars saying 'yes' to the Whip under the midday sun? A voice answers me; Impetuous son, this tree, young and strong, this tree, there in slended isolation Amidst white and faded flowers, that is AFRICA your AFRICA that grows again, patiently obstinately as its fruit gradually acquires the bitter test of liberty. This is
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ONGS OF SORROW
Dzogbese lisa has treated me thus it has led me among the sharps of the Forest returning is not possible and going forward is a great defficulty the affairs of this world are like The chameleon faces. Into which i have stepped, when i clean it connot go. i am on the worlds Extreme Corner i am not sitting in the row with the eminent but those who are luky sit in the extreme Corner i Can ONLY GO BEYONG AND FORGET. My people, i have been somewhere if i turn here, the Rain beats me if i turn there the sun burns me the firewood of this world is for onlythose who can Gather it the world is not good for anybody but you are so happy with your fate alas! The travellers are back all covered with dept someting has happened to to me the thing's so great that i can't weep; I have no sons to fire the gun when i die and no daughters to wail when i close my mouth i have Wonderd on the wilderness the rain has beaten me, and the sharp stormps cut as keen as Knives I shall go beyong and rest. I have no kin and friend, hatred has made war upon my ways and Kpetis great household is no more; only the broking fence stands; and those who dared not, look In his face have out as men. How well their pride is with them. Let those gone before taken note they Have treated their offspring badly. what is the wailing for? somebody is dead spence himself alas! a Snake bitten me my right arm is broken, and the tree on which i lean is follow-spence if you go tell Them, tell STANLY AYISA and KEN that they has done us evil; tell them their house is folling and the Trees in the fence have been eaten by termites, that the martels curse them; ask them why they Idle there while we suffer, and eat sand, and the crow and the vulture hover always above our Broken face and stragers work over our portion
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THE RAOD NOT TAKEN; PEOM
Two raods diverged in a yellow wood and sorry i could not travel both and be One traveller, long i stood and looked down one as far as i could to were it bent In the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as far and haveing perhaps the better claim, beacause it was grassy and wanted wear; Through as for that the passing there had warh then real;y about the same, and both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black Oh, I kept the first for another day! yet Knowimg how way leads on t way, I doubted if i should ever come back i shall be Telling this with a sigh somewhere ages hence; Two roads diverged in a wood, And i took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the defference.
TO AN ATHLET DYING YOUNG; PEOM
The time you won your town the race we chaired you through the market place; Man and boy stood cheering by, and home we brought you shoulder high today, the road all runners come, and set you at your threshold down. Townsman of a stiller town smart lad, to slip betimes away from feilds where glory deos not stay, and early though the laurel grows it withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers after earth Has stopped the ears; now you will not swell the rout of lads that wore their honors out, runners whom renown outran and the name died before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the still of shade and hold to the low linetel up. Still defended challange-cup. and round that early-laureled head will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, and find unwithered on its curles the garland briefer than a girl's
AFRICA THUNDER STORM; PEOM
From the west clouds come hurring with the wind turning sharply here and there like a plague of Locusts whirling tossing up thing's on its tail like a madman chasing nothing pregnet clouds ride stately On its back gathering to perch on hills like dark sinister wings; the wind whistles by and trees bend to Let it pass in the village screaming of delighted children toss and turn in the din of whirling wind women Babies clinging on their black dort about in and out madly the wind whistles by whist trees bend to let Us pass clothes wave like tarttered flags fliying off to expose dangling breasts as jagged blinding Flashes rumble, tremble and crack amidst the smell of fired smoke and the pelting march of the storm Don't smoke the joke.
AGBOR DANCER;PEOM
See her couth in the thob of a drum trimppling from hide. brimmed stem down lineal veins to ancestral core opeaning out in her supple tan limbs like fresh folaige in the sun see how entangled in the magie maze of music in trance she treads the intricate pattern appling crest after crest to meat the green clouds of the forest tremuleus. beats wake trenchant in her heart to descant tingling quick to her fingers tips too atrophied for pen or tongue could i, early sequester'd from my tribe i should answer her commual call lost myself in her worn caress intervolving earyth, sky and flesh.
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