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Some things don’t change

Some thoughts don’t erase

Some songs still play

In my head do you dance

I chose myself before you came, true

You are now my letters, it is breakthrough

Emotions like ripe guava

I think I am not merely in love

I think I am addicted to you

Obsession is a curse

Yes! A curse I am lucidly struck with

The new height, the shrek’s love story

Just mad over you, commingling aloud within

Sad that your fence got broken bottles

Heard that you don’t mind that I suffer piercings

No, do not add more broken bottles

I wish to play to your sport, I can guess hurdles

Engaged or more, it makes my quest more daring

It is my addiction

It is not slowing down.

                           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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