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She called me her heart, me same.

Absorbed lies from a gullible me in ignorant shoe

Too late to lament, blinded love dead overdue

With heavy big lips of my mine, I voiced her name.

Who would have thought her kisses, lies?

All her early letters graced with promises

The devil left with none apologies

Oh! Conquered hero, how she turned me to a bruised fly.

I thought she called me soul mate

Woe unto her dark tongue! To have thought it had one function

The D.N.A unmasked the circumstance of that birth

Why have a strange meeting? Why slip the pill to intoxicate?

You said I got you pregnant, why not call this an accusation?

Bruised am I on my wedding day, what it feels to know forever death.
                                     OKOCHA OBED



My name is Okocha Obed, you can call me Obeezy. I love to display aesthetics through my ink—I must say writing is my small world. I consider myself a deep writer; I say I am deep because I have discovered that part about myself, even, my fabulous audience share same view. I believe in connecting to all kind of persons as there is always something to learn from everyone. I see myself as an actor; to stay on the stage, I need to think ink. The voice is a reflection of myself and my conscience. I always felt I could be like superman while growing up. It was pretty ridiculous so all I did was dream of being a soldier. It was abortive. So I created a world where I could keep talking about the ills in my community but with other flavours to show I am growing into completeness. keep reading.

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