Poems by Kamsi Ikekpeazu
RAIN The sun usually takes its place earlyBut not this dayDark clouds instead gatherShutting out the rays yonderThe earth looks on in wonderThen the sound of dried leaves rustlingWavering trees …
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RAIN The sun usually takes its place earlyBut not this dayDark clouds instead gatherShutting out the rays yonderThe earth looks on in wonderThen the sound of dried leaves rustlingWavering trees …
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We were told, beyond ear shots, that the erstwhile principal, Mr. Nwokonko, was a great enforcer of discipline; but students reacted spontaneously when he confiscated their apparel in the cricket pitch, and incinerated them, claiming they constituted an eyesore!
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The media is agog once again with incredible reports of the horrific and rapacious acts of men who should be living in the caves and wild forests.
Rape is the talking point now even though this is not the first time. Remember the sad story of the misguided and naive daughter of a retired army officer who was brutally raped and murdered by heartless business prospects who ensnared her to her doom. The media shouted and howled; the perpetrators were quickly apprehended, but the matter was soon forgotten. Can any of our (investigative) journalists tell us the status of the trial of those beasts long after they had been arrested and charged to court? Your guess is as good as mine!
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Kunle Adegbola is one of the greatest players that has ever played for Nigeria. He has a place in Nigeria all – time cricket XI. The tall, slim, sleek and talented cricketer has shown class both as an all-rounder and also as a captain. A prodigious swinger of the ball, he makes the ball move both ways, and is very deadly with the new ball.
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Since 1999 when we started our second attempt at the democratic system of Governance, the political space has always been filled with more governorship Candidates than candidates into the Houses of Assembly.
Most Governorship Candidates often claim that they want to come in and clean up the mess occasioned by the excesses of the incumbent Governor.
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We are not hitch-hikers on a trail; neither are we hippies on the highway, but we are a team of committed and dedicated ‘explorers’ and ‘navigators’ blazing a new trail and determined to cross the boundary.
Life, we are all aware of, is not a motorway but a maze but within the maze we have a traceable, discernable and “well-defined” path we are following.
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As frontline workers battle to subdue this virus, clinical information is simultaneously collected from the patients who recover or die. Furthermore, autopsy reports from pathologists in Italy, have been quite revealing. All these data serve to illuminate our pathways towards the search for vaccines and treatments. They also inform our public health policies and guidelines.
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More than a Miracle is written in the first person – a narration by Chinwe Ezeanya – whose son, Dike was born with a congenital liver disease which was misdiagnosed at birth.
Born on 7th January 2008, Dike always looked jaundiced, however when he was about 3 months old, a trusted consultant paediatrician discovered the source of his illness and he was ultimately referred to a hospital in India for proper diagnosis and cure. They went to India, and the solution was a liver transplant.
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I got to know him as Achalla, whether this was his his real name, I cannot recall but what ever real names he may have had, the name Achalla, must have eclipsed the real names of our then School Captain (just as the name, Gadaffi eclipsed the real names of our mate and brother, Enwezor, Flavian Obidigbo up till this day).
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I watched two men argue over politics the other day, and one of them got really ugly, veered off the subject matter and attacked the personality of the other person.
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