NGOZI OLIVIA OSUOHA

NGOZI OLIVIA OSUOHA

IF YOU ARE NOT RICH

If you are not rich

Nobody recognises you,

You would remain behind

And in the dark.

If you are not rich

Your talents waste on the street,

They may make you a vagabond

And a notorious pond,

If you are not rich

No one supports you.

If you are not rich

No titles for you,

In the church, in the society

They can only use you

Abuse, and misuse you too.

If you are not rich

You are a nonentity

If you are not rich

You do not have a choice,

Neither do you have a voice.

If you are not rich

No matter your intelligence

They can only tap and drink you,

Like palm wine, fresh and raw

When they are done tapping

They cut you down from the root.

THE WINGS OF MONEY

The wings of money

They spread length and width,

Breadth, height and depth.

The wings of money

They fly up and down,

Left, right and center.

The wings of money,

They fly beyond borders

They reach heaven and hell.

The wings of money

They connect all the corners,

The living, the dead and the unborn.

The wings of money

They wake the dead

And prolong the dying,

They fly the living.

And welcome the unborn.

The wings of money

The antennas of sense

The tentacles of space,

The oracles of gesture

The pinnacles of protection

The miracles of future

The spectacles of vision

The obstacles of objection.

The wings of money

Flying nooks and crannies

Buying books for nannies

Paying cooks for grannies.

The wings of money

The gods must be crazy

Because the rich also cry

Even if no one but you.

THE TRUTH OF THE MATTER

There is a destiny that suffers

For another to linger,

There is a voice that echoes

For the other to be a singer.

There is a sacrifice to be made

For someone to be the head,

There is a fight to be lost

For the unborn to avoid a cost.

There is a game to be played

For victory to be assured,

There is a fame to be attained

For history to be featured.

There is a mirror to be broken

For a speaker to be loud,

There is an error to be corrected

For the people to be proud.

There is a choice to be picked

For the vision to be clearer,

There is a prayer to be answered

For tomorrow to be brighter.

The truth of the matter is:

What is written is written.

NGOZI OLIVIA OSUOHA

NGOZI OLIVIA OSUOHA is a Nigerian poet/writer/thinker, a graduate of Estate Management with experience in Banking and Broadcasting. She has published over one hundred and thirty poems in over ten countries and contributed in over fifteen international anthologies. She has numerous words on the marble and her first two longest poems, (poetry books) of 355 and 560 verses THE TRANSFORMATION TRAIN and LETTER TO MY UNBORN published in Kenya and Canada respectively are available on Amazon. She also writes hymns and psalms.