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PROJECT XX

OBAYEHAGWEME EZEKIEL

A SERIES OF SHORT POETIC STORY

PROJECT XX

(A POETIC STORY)

OBAYEHAGWEME EZEKIEL

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PROJECT XX

Project 20 was written in a very delicate stage, I called it project because life for me has always been a theory which I research with words and puns and my experience along the last twenty years made me wrote my frst

official project after the state of mind which contained more poems than even this project.

Project XX is a series of stories that encompasses life, love, money and politics. It talks about experiences with diferent spheres of life, most of the stories are true and real.

So my note to every reader is to open your minds to the words and the story line, wake your imaginative senses and ride with me on this

imperfect yet perfect lines of PROJECT XX.

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This is beautiful, I Love the way you carried me from start to fnish, it was beautiful.

Imonitie Livingstone, Motivational speaker on MY NURSE.

I love the storyline behind WE ARE THE STREETS, it was flled with truths.

Mr.D, spoken word poet.

It's a pretty long story, but it's beautiful with the format, I love the style.

Peter words, spoken word poet.

An expired ALTER-EGO, a new sense of who I AM, a forgotten

notion that WE ARE THE STREETS, a standing long lost love of MY

NURSE, a vengeful past after he said TRUST ME, money does not

come easily afterwards I was RICH TODAY but that did not stop

me from being FRIENDZONED.

So I decided to write three letters to TIME, DEATH AND LOVE.

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ALTER-EGO

This piece was written as a result of life experiences of persons and I didn't want to dwell on the basic acts and facts because of what it

triggers, I hope you understand.

(ME is sitting on a chair behind a reading table in a well furnished self-contain, trying to read a covered book until........)

ME : What! What are you doing here?,

I thought we had this discussion,

and I told you I never wanted to see you

and you should never come back...

me : (laughs) Is it me or your thoughts,

I thought you were the brilliant son,

and I know you are bored,

so when you are tired of acting strong do it,

because i know we like it hardcore,

and of course we've got no choice.

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ME : Of course I've got a choice and its to kill you with the word,

but I know you never get tired of this war,

it seems my body is wired to obey your every wishes,

but my spirit weeps at your very lashes,

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so I know what to do................,

I'll do it for now and you promise to never disturb?...

me : Noooooooooooo!,

you know you love me, so put the malice aside,

I'll come back again, you will come back for more,

you know I know,

you just spoke of the word,

why not use it and let's see how it works,

It's already inefective in our hands,

same hands that's dedicated to my alms,

when you go over the same screen

over and over again,

what you see cannot be unseen.

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ME : You urge me to be bad,

and yet you claim that you love me,

I wasted my time

yet you say I'm not enough,

I give you my all but I guess am still hurting,

I don't want to do this anymore

maybe I'll confess my deeds

and hope I can bring an end to this contract.

me : You know I know,

this bondage doesn't end,

when you ate the forbidden fruit,

it got digested,

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so how do you remove

what's part of your system?.

Its stuck in your throat,

so how is someone

who has evidence of wealth so broke,

see you have got no clause in this contract,

I hold the bills and knowing all your deeds,

what is it I just heard?,

you want to report yourself

and become a victim,

well go on ahead

let's see how you get of the grid.

You've gat an awful past,

and also that led to the present.

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ME : You talk about the past,

did I hear you right, of course no,

you don't know how to read

what's right and what's left,

where were you?

when that aunty at our former place,

I mean the face me I face you situation

when i was bathing,

and she called me right in front of her

bathroom.

I was barely eight,

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when I saw what my eyes could never

unseen.

I have had my own fair share of the apple

but I think I have come to the light

This is the end of the tunnel.

me : You speak as if i was not there,

on your escapades,

when you were becoming a teen,

I mean you were almost a pedophile

Although you did all those shit,

when you were just a child,

but I also was there to play my part

even when you were already a teen,

you were a lonely attractive beach side.

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ME: That's very brilliant

you remind me of my past,

but I am not perfect,

crooked sticks still draw straight lines,

am a sinner....

and I acknowledged I have sinned,

and after all these scenes,

I wish I could not be part of the cast,

but the road was already there

with warnings before I trespassed

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but am tired and I need to retire.

me : You know I am your closest pal,

I know you and your oldest past,

you can't let go of all of me,

after just a year of being friends,

I mean what's good is never too bad,

you are my friend,

I'd love us to remain as pals.

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ME : I think I'm tired of being a pawn,

you throw me into the feld,

whenever you want,

and even my wants you never need,

all you care about,

is how I trade my innocence for a six

minute scene on screen.

I believe I'll be better without you,

I have been a slave and even a bigger fool,

its been a year of pain and that of regret

and like that little eaglet,

soon I will soar again.

me : You speak of me as if I'm the problem

and soon enough you will come back for the

same process,

it starts with an urge and it ends in regrets,

but then I will take my leave

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since my presence is disturbing

I will let you borrow a leaf,

and I hope you see your mistake

that me without you......

is a heart flled with pain.

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(me leaves while ME breathes a sigh of relieve)

ME : You can leave now,

I'm not in the mood for this,

its been a long time coming,

at last I'm free of this,

I have been a pawnstar

and I hope I never return,

the scenes are blurry

and the cast are judged not by their works

but by their belief,

let me return back to Love,

ask for forgiveness for the deeds of lust

and that will be the end of the start of this

flm,

As I retrace my steps........

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Alter-Ego was written as a result of personal experience with people who had multiple personalities, one good the other sinful, like a double life..........

The truth is everyone has a past but not everyone takes hold of their future. You can take hold of yours stop the addiction now.

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I AM

I am that audible voice louder

than the most silent whispers,

I am the neck that refused the head

because it was too heavy,

I was the hand that threw stones at the thief,

yet am worst than the most dreaded snitch.

I was the hand that carried the briefcase

flled with cash and put in a mansion

I am the hand that squeezed my ofering

until it became a tithe

I am the boy that heads a herd of grown men,

so you can call me the head boy.

I am the child that lost his interest to face his books,

so maybe I should be called Facebook

I am the girl athlete, running pillar to post,

I should be called a runs girl.

I am the you who believes in God,

yet giving seems like a task

I am the foot that refuses the ball,

so they complain about my passes

Yet I scored my goals.

I am you who believes in Grace,

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but I slither with the green snake

hidden under the green grass,

I am you who believes in them,

their lies and manifestos

While we await their manifest too.

I am the name

which refused to be mentioned

I am............

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WE ARE THE STREETS

Given birth to in a little corner down the south side,

We grew up with little peers down the bad side,

we saw life from a diferent point of view,

so while we write with broken pencils

does not mean our thoughts are pointless,

we come from a rich heritage of thieves and chiefs,

we collect what is ours and rule what we have.

We've always wanted to be educated

but our goals in life has always been truncated, so we take life as it comes, a day at a time,

while you care about what those kleptomaniacs promised our fathers over 20 years ago,

we focus on what's best to smoke in our h.k's and jungles,

we stopped believing them,

because they only have hands of steal and great lie-ability

but our strength lies in our hustle because we are the streets.

We knew our mistake the very day we made them,

our daughters became pregnant virgins and our sons holy thieves,

we saw the path they followed, but what can we do?,

we already gave them a trail,

when we gave birth to the boys,

our words were only those with book on their heads can use a pen to

murder a sword,

they always listened to our voice until they found out how this country aborted conceived dreams,

we felt we should turn to our girls,

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remind them that they can make the change if they can zip up, but the only zip they had, they let it slip down,

they joined their brothers in the hostile take over

they were given to change in A. p.c,

they used their fngers to work, so they can be klin and

fresh using omo because we are the streets.

The streets isn't devoid of conscience and reason,

I mean we have children who read with candle lights,

we have children who came out top of their class,

but the government paid no attention to their class,

we were too down here, while they were up there,

when we hoped for the best, the thoughts of the lies and pain ran across our chests,

as we have bad eggs so also good ones,

we do not count our eggs before they are hatched,

we still think of our leaders as empty-hens,

flled with unfulflled promises

they are every where you go,

we continue with our hustle believing in it,

because we are the streets.

People ask who are the streets,

We are those children you look at and insult our dullness,

we dropped out of school into life

when our fathers died of frustration from not collecting their pension.

We are those children who pay our tithes,

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unable to go to the schools our churches built.

We are those children who run pass the windows of your car shouting

“buy your cold pure water”, “buy your sweet orange”, “buy your sweet mango”...,

but nobody wants to buy into our dreams and visions.

We are those children who eat meat only on harvest Sundays,

and eat chicken on Christmas days.

We are problems that have lingered for long we want to be solved,

It was never meant to be this way,

But as I said what choices are there

We are the streets.

WE ARE THE STREETS.

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MY NURSE

I fell in Love before I even knew what it meant,

when Judith asked me playfully when I was just a kid

I told her about my NURSE,

that I would marry her,

not even understanding the hurdles of love,

I met her in the children's department at the local church

she was a beauty, a sight to behold

her face was a gaze at the stars her

voice sang an elfsh lullaby,

she was fair amongst others,

we were never very close and my

Love for her had no holds,

everything fell in place and soon

she became my NURSE.

The Children's day celebration draw close, though I was no artist it drew us close,

closer because when the drama was selected it was the good Samaritan and I would

act the doctor and she the nurse to the patient,

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unknowing to me I would be the patient,

it was after that drama and that beautiful scene

when she called me Doctor

I responded Nurse,

the clock in my chest went anti clockwise,

my heart was recalibrated

I fell so hard for her hoping I would be caught

before I land but my NURSE left.......

When she left, her presence was felt

even in her absence,

I felt maybe out of sight would

keep her out of mind, true,

but it was never out of Heart,

she left with the keys of my heart

where she went I knew

going there would seem like a fuke,

so I watched from afar

till my looks became a glance,

a glimpse and then my sight lost her,

and I was left as an ailing boy

Love did not take long to fnd me,

when cupid shot his stupid arrow

it struck a damsel who saw my aching heart

and sought to heal it

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but how can a mere physiologist carry out an operation for a qualifed surgeon,

the keys to where needs healing was lost

needs to be found,

but she never listened and I blame cupid,

because she fell for me but

fell so hard to the ground

all because I needed no one but my NURSE.

When she saw my love was not reciprocal

she left me in the puddle of loneliness,

while I await the return of my NURSE,

but she never came back,

so tired of waiting I searched on Facebook

for my NURSE,

but the answers it gave

made me more determined to face my books and remain lonely,

I even told the bird that sings to tweet her

Of my feelings,

but I never got a retweet,

so my search continued day after day

And 8 years after I fnally got her digits

through a friend of Blessing

that Sunday was a Blessing.

When I called her my hands were sweaty,

my mind was going over

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how to explain my self to her,

my brilliance meant nothing here,

all I heard was the beating

of my heart against my chest,

and when she said “hello”,

the waves of memory swept over me

and I said “how are you?” and she said “Fine, and she said “who is this”

“and how did you get my number?”,

the reply sent sound waves that

struck my boat broken,

she couldn't hear the beating of my heart

or the words that followed

so she hang the call.

We talked later on and how time fies,

even if I still love her,

her heart might belong to someone else

I respected that fact and sought to

see my NURSE one more time.

I wrote this poem for her and

I hope she likes it,

“After over 7 years,

I have found her,

the one who took my heart

placed it in lock of palms,

maybe unknowingly but she took the keys,

and I ne'er saw her beautiful face again,

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and I have been a lonely man all these while,

a sick patient waiting for my NURSE,

I begged the stars to carry my message

every night to her,

that my love is drowning in distance,

that I would travel the tides to get the keys back,

and then I fnally saw her......”

When we met she was still beautiful as ever,

even with my class, intelligence and good looks,

they all fell like a heap of dry grass

when I shook her hands, she was still as welcoming as that very day in Church

when she called me Doctor!,

I told her who I was

she remembered but her memories were hazy,

I told her after she left I had no drive

to continue as a Doctor,

so I'm almost an Engineer,

she was not even a science student

she looked so beautiful and befts the course

she was to study, Banking and Finance,

we talked and we laughed like old friends and I stepped on her toes, but the memories I have of that day

I would cherish,

we even walked on a rail track

like two Indian love birds

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and when I was going my heart beat

which was faster when I met her was slower,

I then knew I had gotten my keys

from my NURSE,

when we hugged I felt like the most loved,

I would never forget my NURSE.

To complete the poem

“she was no longer a little girl,

and I was no longer a little boy

and our paths never crossed all these years,

and all my fears are gone now

I have seen her at last and I am free,

and i was not even a Doctor,

and she not a Nurse,

but I fell in Love when

I didn't even understand what it meant,

if I have gotten over her, I don't know,

but she should know

that at one point in time,

someone loved her and yearned for her love”

Dedicated to MY NURSE( I.F.T)

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TRUST ME

He entered the lecture theatre,

with a backed up ovation from supporters,

I felt betrayed when he started his manifestos,

I knew it was all an agenda,

he never cared about how we were exploited by the previous government.

All on his mind was proposed siphoned money,

He said he would bring a shopping complex,

That brought to the entire class a shocking silence,

we listened to what he wanted us to hear,

beneath his reassuring smile I saw his fear,

but we the masses saw only his meaningful foolish thoughts,

the same plans that had hidden faws,

yet we all wished for a king our heart longed for,

believing this was the leader that would rid our mindsets of our previous faults,

but like our elders we made a deliberate mistake,

we also used a broom to sweep, while the rain was falling,

and at the end of his speech he said I will not fail you,

But it was a diferent song we danced to during his tenure

after he had said “Trust Me”.

He met her under the shade of the cool mango tree,

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she looked innocent, beautiful and free,

so he sought after her heart, the same heart that has not been mortgaged to another

for the fear of Mom's predicament,

his smile and the words he uttered were solutions to her ailments,

she left the comfort of Mom's advice,

and plunged her heart to the base of his vault,

and he bathed her in the golden ichor of words,

the words she heard were inscribed into her paths,

she never forgot the direction they led her to,

she surrendered her innocence without resistance,

he never held any arms but his words cannot be compared to grenades, they blew her away, and after she gave him her all,

he tested an unused diamond,

and even when she said I love you,

His mind had travelled far, He was never truthful,

but she felt this love was unlike mom's, it could be fruitful.

When he was done with his thoughts he lied to her,

and even his eyes betrayed him and when he saw her cry,

he said those same words,

its been fve years now for Bella,

without love but pain after he said I love you,

he disapparated with no trace

after he had told her, “Trust Me”.

Never say those words if you don't mean them, keep your lies to yourself, rather than damage somebody's past that may impair the future, TRUST

ME.

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FRIEND ZONE

When we frst met, she didn't tell me I was never her type, she didn't remind me of how I never met her hype, she only taught of me as a friend and how that was my zone.

Love at frst sight was a dream that met reality,

I met her when my heart was locked in a battle of spirituality,

but all that came to a stand still when I saw her,

her appearance was simple yet more appealing to my eyes,

as she stood still, looking into her eyes was more like looking into my future,

and it was bright, she was carrying our third child while the frst boy and the second girl sang beautiful hymns worthy of angels,

and there she was smiling at me,

such a beautiful sight,

I was already lost in her beauty, but her voice brought me back to reality, only to let me wander in her beautiful gaze in infnity,

when she spoke, it was like a thousand notes of sweet harmony,

we talked and became friends,

while I bask in the euphoria of something more than just a friend.

When I said I wanted love, I didn't ask for the picture...I need the real thing.

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she led me to believe we had a future,

when she knew I was not part of her future plans,

she called for my healing words when