Educational

  Poem  WHAT I AM  I am... What the day brings, lies on the creator. What position it places  me, I remain, toiling to attain greatness. In the dusk, the sun sets, all settles, waiting on time which lies on the creator. At dawn, the sun rises as the living creatures convene, singing praises to the creator. Of course they know what they are. In a quick glance of me,  Some consider me as futile, yet I remain tenacious, knowing that Yes what I am lies in me. In deep slumber, I got incited. In my weakness,  I stirred up. Engrossed in the rising sun, I hope to rise one day. © Chukwunnabuikem Ugochukwu     28/11/21

  IN PERFECTION Poem Sitting on the porch, swaying my legs, I  gaped up to the sky. The blazing sun was  already still. The cloud  sparkling in a snap weather. Then came a murmuration of sterling, warling in  appreciation, lossing  it's weight as the wind  bluster them around  Then from the East  came the wind buffing and advancing to the  West. The creator made all  things perfect, read a vote from behind. Then came into my  face a joyous look, all things are perfect  indeed, came a feeling  in me. The birds of the air  plough no farm land yet they live in gratification. All thing are in perfect state... The grasses in the field  drinks from no till yet it thrives. All things are in perfect  state... Man caches no gas yet  he breathes efficiently. Indeed all things were  made perfect. ©Chukwunnabuikem Ugochukwu     26/11/21

 Robbers entered a house, asked for all the money and valuables. After they collected what they could, they gave the man of the house a gun with instructions to shoot his wife or else he be shot himself. The man got the gun, pointed it at his wife and hesitated, thinking of what he had gone through in life with his wife and how she had suffered and sacrificed for him. He handed back the gun and said, “I am sorry I can’t do this..." The boss of the robbers silently grabbed the gun from him and passed it on to the wife with the same instruction. The wife got the gun and without any single hesitation pointed to her husband’s head and pulled the trigger. But at last, the gun had no bullets in it. The robbers got their gun and walked out of the house laughing.    QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION 1. If you were the man in that house how would you react towards your wife? 2. If you were the wife, what explanation can you give to your husband! 3. If you were invited to bring peace betwee...

 POEM LOOK AT MY HEART Look at my heart, to see how much it hurts when you say "I love you" yet not from your heart. Look at my heart to see how much it hurts when you say "I care" yet doesn't reflect in your actions. Look at my heart to see how much it hurts when you say "forever with you" yet absent minded, body present. Look into my heart to see how much wound you have caused my soul. My heart bleeds endlessly... Look at my heart, say "I love you" let my wounds heal. © Chukwunnabuikem Ugochukwu 23/11/21