http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bonaventure The original writings of author Bonaventure Onuabuchi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054771 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Written by Prince Ogbonnaya G. as a birthday gift for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/2853808/ Living a life without seeing most of your dreams actualized can be frustrating. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/2782661/ The pains of having responsibilities that you cannot afford to take care of http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/2103258/ Once more I curse my fate again That I can her every clinch lose No one in sanity freely will choose, To be me and this me freely retain. . Once more I watch my dreams and scream How far I am to the nearness and beamScarily, perusing how tomorrow may not live,All the shambles and all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/2103246/ A depressed man seeking help from a higher source. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/2103231/ By Bonaventure Onuabuchi in response to Nigerian President's comment during a commonwealth business conference/forum in LONDON on February 18; 2018 in which he said that Nigeria youths are lazy) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/2021997/ My concern/cry for the problems in Nigeria http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1827641/ First dedicated to Miss Chika Onuigbo. Later to the woman after my heart, Ofia Esther Ezinne, Ada Silver. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1826951/ Loving is a nice thing to the heart, it scares away worries and pains. Dedicated to my friend, Chika Onuigbo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1826935/ About a road accident that claimed the life of every person on board; church women returning from a burial of a husband to one of them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1679979/ All the life's like a wind!What makes men merely day dreamers-That which we claim'est most we do not own,But what we dread'est becomes everyman's boss.Life's like a caterpillar becomes a butterfly,And where beyond grip and sight it may will'est fly..All the life's like a wind!And no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1679871/ To Chika Onuigbo on her 18th birthday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1672781/ There is always something wrong in finding perfection, for something must be removed from an animal before it becomes a meat. Dedicated to myself, and Chika Onuigbo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1629814/ A special dedication to Chika Onuigbo, just #lines to express my unvoiced desire for your love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1629789/ My reaction on the recently concluded Presidential Election in Nigeria. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1511434/ A strife between my heart and my eyes over Chika Virgin, a damsel that captured my soul. Dedicated to Chika Onuigbo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1506589/ Dedicated to Ofia Esther Ezinne, Ada Silver. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1506576/ Sending the sun to spy and correct some human errors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1492299/ My voice, against Abortion, to all female youths in Nigeria, and the world at large. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1487493/ Between the three major ethnic region in Nigeria- One{The Easthern; IGBO} is fighting for seccession; having a nation of their own known as Biafra. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1487492/ To my friend Chukwumezie Nwanneka Jacinta, on her 20th birthday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1486508/ I've lied pertinently to, and; in earnest.Spending so much to nurture my fear.The things virtue forbids; I've done.There has been much harm to love.Many times, the hurt obtrudes upon my thought.And each time, I realise the need to dethrone my deterrent,I only succeed in talking at lenght.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1483869/ Dedicated Jennifer Okoronkwo Chinenyenwa. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1482684/ To my friend Semira Ogweda, who I guess is seeking our separation by keeping silence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1482679/ A call from my my homeland to her kids who live and are developing other lands; their mother land abandoned. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1482676/ Just want to live and alone, don't need meddlers again. Even at my dead, let them save their tears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1480399/ Written when the pain of 'bye', said by a good friend alighted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1478370/ Dedicated to the gentle soul of my friend, classmate and brother Prosper Chukwu Uchenna. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1478363/ Dedicated to Okoronkwo Jennifer Chinenyenwa, and Semira Ogweda....; two e-friends who worth more than just friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1476619/ Written and dedicated to my little cousin, Late Master Emeka Enoch (Pastor Jnr), who died on the 30th of Dec., 2014. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1465404/ Farewell is my accolade,I say to the time gone by.Die lively and visit no more.No wrench is worthy in our parting.Guests about in my new abode;a dainty dahlia of dancing damsels,With blasts of light-hearted pleasures;smiling faces that never cease,revelling in snogs.Do here lived.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1332928/ There are adversities galore,their resenting effects lour,like the sky in our face.Like trees planted in a loam,water by unseen forces;'the fetished cradle'They glow in fine fettle.Branches all over the field,procreating chronic offrings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1332927/ Written and dedicated to the memory of my dad, Mr. Njoku Akputa who passed away on 19th january, 2014. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1301634/ Written/dedicated to the memory of my dad, Mr. Njoku Sunday Akputa who passed on 19th january, 2014. May his soul rest in peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1301628/ My keen starring at the past;is quaking my dreams of the future,and bleeding my eyes for the present.A factitious beam appears from the face;at the recall of many gone unsung paeans,and in response to the threatening of fate.No ado about anything!The agitations from fate are more tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1297657/ At the time of adversity galore,bitterly he cries;trailing off to weakness!His eyes turns red;at the sight of a gloomy day.At the moment of millions reasons to quit,wearily he moves;to the future in his mind! His motives got ill;at the bridge of cross-over.At the juncture of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1297654/ Children of wearied giant mother;sleeping all days in grogginess! Embracers of the harmful effect of procastination;dreams of awake to no one knows when.Fortuned children of ill-luck;calling on the attention of a drowsy mother!Victims of unwanted gift of nature;relys on the death of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1297652/ Righteousness is making a loud cry.Calling the service of humanity.But sin sinks to the depth of mankind;and they deprived chastity of its virginity.Iniquity has been crowned with justification.Pride being address as 'His Lordship'.Falsehood now a member of the bench;leaving humility.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1297642/ Drifting back to the past of no you, I dwelled in a hell, in my guardian angel's paradise!Till grovelling under your arms;The pedigree of un-quantifiable respite! Where now is this indistinct voice from?In my open eyes dreams,I feel sound that pierces through my ears, delivering word.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1297635/ Let it rain,for the ocean is thirsty.The ocean once filled by water;is now dried and dusty.My heart is at sea.The cloud is without moisture;I see no tears from the sky;I want Heaven to cry;and flood away my own tears.Let it rain I say!Since the sun has refused to rise.For the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1255671/ On this doomed and gloomed dawn,here I lie alone,warped and twisted. Only with sorrows mixed with tearsthat refused to shed.A broken heartthat seeks to be whole.The songs I singare that of grief and sobbing,which are my late night meditation,consoled with cryingmy morning devot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1254940/ She said she loves me,that may be or may not be true!Never a thought about it, but on my silence night,it sting on my brain,and I came to ask:What do I term love from one?Who can't be awake,to watch my sleeps.Who can't take a risk,to ensure that I live.who can't face reality,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1219984/ Dedicated to Semira Ogweda, an invisible friend only my heart sees! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1219981/ In their chambers they sit,swimming in the ocean of unhealthy wealth,mighty oceans made of little drops of blood.Fame is the only goal they set!Worshiping a god that will soon fade.With glint in their eyes to reach the shore,faces in union,minds stood aloof,accepting fellows with s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1219977/ My tears are just flowing,like the verses of your poem, "warped and twisted"Wish I,m there to help,but my hands are too short,even to raise.My heart, only a feeling unseen,another break to the broken.My sorrow, more than words can say. Not to lengthen your brief pain, with my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1212964/ Being dumped in an open pit.Sets my whole body in contradictionThe eyes got pissed-off,as above they see but have no good.The trees dancing to the tone of the wind.The birds too pique its interest,flying and perching on beautiful flowers.There came rain from the eyes,Yet no good have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1212959/ Humility, according to dictionary definition is the quality of not thinking that you are better than others; the quality of being humble (Oxford Advanced Learners Dictionary 8th Edition).          Humility is a bi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1212951/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1212947/ I have gone a long way,but now bored and wearied on this odyssey.Going to somewhere between here and there,expecting fortune from fate, which seems to be against. On this trip of disgust against predictions!I have worn myself to a shadow.No more leeway to move.Just gathering my remai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1212570/ Now happiness is death!Condolence too scarce!Inspirations got their refuge in the dustbin of history!Friends chemeleon to foes;Paving way for sorrow,To force courage into exile.Left with nothing but to stand aloof too.Remote from all and question he above;Has thou empathy got to jail?Got i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bonaventure/1212569/