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ADDICTED

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

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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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