Poetry by John Chinaka Onyeche (Rememberajc) : “Armed Forces Remembrance Day” “And We Call to Mind” “For You”

brown and black cigarette butts

Armed Forces Remembrance Day

Fellow soldiers tonight
With these one thousand candles
& this ten thousand matches 
We will all match to the year 1976

& to all those soldiers who died
& to all those innocent infants 
Who could not utter a word of theirs
But was hit by a life bullet of anger

To the voluntary soldiers & 
To the mandatory fighters 
To the circumstances men of arm & 
To the professional mem of arm 

And to those men who died in the dark
And to those who died in the bright day 
And to those who become like mist 
And they fly away from our midst

Comrades tonight
With these candles, and flames
We will match into their tombs 
And together we shall mourn them 
Bent down to their graves and say
Here is your light cut short again

And We Call to Mind

To those beautiful souls long forgotten
and to those souls who irrigated our deserts
To the ones who graced our history as a race
and to those great legends in our journey
To the ones who retold our African tales
even with the languages of the conquerors 
And bring to the limelight our ancestors bravery
Now speak to us through the flute and the gongs
Tell us what you are like in the great beyond 
and we will advance and change our course
For life hereafter your departure is fitful 

To that Akara woman at the junction
The one who rises with the first cockcrow 
and begin to make Akara for the inhabitants
All for her son to see the four walls of -
education
But to whose son left school for fraternity 
And died as a result of one rival scuffle
Leaving the woman heartbroken and dead
For all her hard-earned money is become - 
Like a bottle of oil punctured on a sunny day
To which there is no way to be scooped up 
For after you left here, life has become jaws of life 

To Madu the young man who angry mobs -
gathered at the market square weeks ago
Whose voice and agony the mobs overpowered
rendering him powerless to the point of death - 
To which he has been a survivor in many ways
Kill him, kill him, kill him, why should he live again
He came to buy market with counterfeit notes 
In a country where everything is a counterfeit 

To Amaechi the only surviving daughter
The one out of the benevolence of the villagers
She was sent to the college for more education
Blessed by the gods as she harnesses talent upon talents
Are they who are blessed by the gods supposed to be - 
left alone to suffer from man's cruelty
Amaechi after two months in school was raped 
Raped to her death by boys in men's clothing and who
lacks the will to control the man underneath them -
and leaving us with a question to ask, where were the gods
Does it mean even the gods sleep in our plights



For You

I am becoming a watchman 
To watch over your inks that flow into tiny air 
For you, 
I am becoming an African
From the Southern tip of Africa
For you, 
I am becoming the first inhabitant of the Cape
For you, 
I am becoming the first owner of the land 
For you, 
I am becoming the first race known as the San 
For you, 
I will go with my bands into the forest and pick wide berries
For you, 
I have become the hunter and gatherers 
For you, 
We will go into the mountains and pick pebbles
Each man on his bands, we will gather up stones 
For you, 
We will return to use the stones to make you a grave 
For you died a hero in the land of your so journal 
For you, 
We will use our stones to build you a grave,



Bio:

John Chinaka Onyeche (Rememberajc) is an upcoming poet from Nigeria. 
He writes from the city of Port Harcourt Rivers State. 
He is an undergraduate student at Ignatius Ajuru University Of Education Port Harcourt Rivers State, Nigeria, where he is undergoing studies for his degree in History and Diplomatic Studies. 
His writings are more on a historical perspective of the ordeal of Africans in the hands of their slave masters, life from the other way around it, and his works have appeared in many journals/magazines online within and outside Nigeria. 
You can find his works on the following websites; Spillwords, Melbourne culture corner, Nnoko, TunaFishjournal, Moreporkpress, Nymphspublications, Ethelzine, Youthmagazine, Acumen, Zindaily, pawnerspaper and conceitmagazine, Mosi oa Tunya Literary Review, Kalahari Review. 

He can be contacted with the following links:
Rememberajc.wordpress.com
Facebook.com/jehovahisgood 
Twitter.com/apostlejohnchin
 



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