MP-  your Profile Photo, Image may contain: one or more people and closeup Ngozi  Olivia Osuoha is a  prolific   Nigerian Poet ,her poems and articles are  widely published across  the  globe    in  Journals  that  include  the  MiomboPublishing( Zimbabwe)  and the Scarlet Review  ( Canada) .Her  poetry  and  writings are also  popular  in  Nigeria  where  is  featured in the mainstream  media  and  publications.  We  feature Ngozi    in our  October ( Meet  the  Poet )   Poetry Journal      and thus the regular  feature   in  our   journal  while  we have  featured  a   number  of  prolific    and rising   literary  arts  voices. A great  thank you to  our readers  and  Poets who have  agreed to  be featured  on  this space . Thumbs up  to you all. You are all welcome to send your comments, to like   and follow the MiomboPublishing Journal  and  contact  us at


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Dear September

Welcome to my chamber

And take your number,

As you become my member

Always remember

To bring me divine hamper

That nothing can tamper

Because me, you must pamper.


Dear October

We are sober,

There is a stopper

He flies his chopper,

There is a sniper

He shoots the pauper,

There is a robber

He strangles the barber,

There is a viper

He poisons the tapper,

There is a bomber

He raids our border,

There is a plumber

He neglects our chamber,

There is a piper

He burns our paper,

Come, shun our slumber

And make us super.





From the look in his nook

This crook can hook

The moon by noon

To boom the doom.


So brood through the book

And cook for the groom,

Soon, give him the spoon

And shoot the room.


This cocoon brings gloom

The loom in his tooth

Destroys a booth.


Not smooth with his loot

Too rough in his boot,

He took the broom

To sweep the food,

Use all the wood,

And burn down the hood

Because he can shoot.





Dear teacher

You were so able

That you punched the bubble

And made it wobble

For me not to stumble,

You were confident and stable

That my pieces, you did couple

You were so balanced like a table

That you inscribed me on the marble,

Dear teacher

You are so great, a Noble.

Dear teacher

Picked me from cradle

And lit up my candle,

You held my handle

For me not to tumble

You built me a castle

And boiled my kettle

My colours, you did dribble

And linked all the purple.


Dear teacher

You are neither small nor little

So I pledge not to belittle

Nor mess up your mantle,

You are the bottle

That I want to triple,

For yours are the cattle

That make the world dazzle.


Slept we in nudity
On the floor of primitivity
Dined we with adversity
Helmed through by poverty,
There was no pity
For dark was the city,
In place of fraternity
And a little charity
Turned we to barbarity,
As we launched into puberty
At the dawn of maturity
Then the freedom of atrocity,
On the wings of audacity;
Flew wild our dignity
Together with integrity,
Under the laps of virginity
Anchored the slave of stupidity
That buried our fidelity
And freed his brutality
As though a dynasty
That, ignited his popularity
Which deformed our creativity
As we wallowed in insecurity
Erased openly our identity
Hid deeply our ability
Published our infertility
Established our immorality
And turned us a SOURED SOCIETY.


(c) MiomboPublishing  2017


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