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HAPPINESS IS A CHOICE – ink fifteen
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Imagine the impossible (where will the violent wind go, that man's thoughts have not been before? HAPPINESS IS A CHOICE. August 7, 2015. August 7, 2015. By Chukwudi Ezeamalukwuo Okoye. 8220;Happiness is a choice: I choose to be happy.”. What did he mean by that. I have greeted her first for 3 days now, I think I should wait for her to greet me first next time. I don’t think his handshake was firm enough, it’s like he doesn’t want to say hi. NIGERIA and OTHER OIL PRODUCING NATIONS. August 10, 2015 at 8:45...
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MAN AND RELIGION – ink fifteen
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Imagine the impossible (where will the violent wind go, that man's thoughts have not been before? June 30, 2015. June 16, 2016. Chukwudi Okoye writes from Lagos, Nigeria. You can reach him on Twitter @Mr Charles. The statements, views and opinions expressed in this writeup is solely those of the writer, and does not necessarily represent those of Ink15. Ink15 – Imagine the Impossible. LINE OF THE WEEK 4. LINES OF THE WEEK 5. 14 thoughts on “ MAN AND RELIGION. June 30, 2015 at 8:45 am. Liked by 1 person.
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THE DISCOVERY (Poetry) – ink fifteen
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Imagine the impossible (where will the violent wind go, that man's thoughts have not been before? Middot; The Poet's Corner. March 21, 2015. March 21, 2015. By Okoye Chukwudi Ezeamalukwuo. I have gone, placing pollens on wild flowers. Breaking butterflies from their dark cocoon. I have filled full. The brown calabashs of the coconuts. That swayed their fronds against the wind. Their dance had captured my eyes. But their fruits did not touch my lips. The song of the cuckoo bird has woken. That is why only...
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INSIDE NIGERIA: When Individualism becomes a Curse – ink fifteen
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Imagine the impossible (where will the violent wind go, that man's thoughts have not been before? Middot; The Poet's Corner. INSIDE NIGERIA: When Individualism becomes a Curse. August 12, 2015. August 13, 2015. By Okoye Chukwudi Ezeamalukwuo. They picked Akanni up one morning. Beat him soft like clay. And stuffed him down the belly. Of a waiting jeep. What business of mine is it. So long they don’t take the yam. From my savouring mouth? Niyi Osundare (Not My Business). I should have been home by now....
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ALL I NOW KNOW OF LIFE – ink fifteen
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Imagine the impossible (where will the violent wind go, that man's thoughts have not been before? ALL I NOW KNOW OF LIFE. July 24, 2015. July 24, 2015. By Chukwudi Ezeamalukwuo Okoye. This poem was first published on Brittle paper. It’s not like one can give what one does not have. Like playing a piano, or singing in the opera,. Like loving a woman (that they say takes a special kind of skill). I remember well that evening. When you came back from your meeting,. And packed you things and left. To break o...
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LINES OF THE WEEK 5 – ink fifteen
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Imagine the impossible (where will the violent wind go, that man's thoughts have not been before? LINES OF THE WEEK. LINES OF THE WEEK 5. July 8, 2015. July 8, 2015. Cruelty has a Human Heart. And Jealousy a Human Face. Terror the Human Form Divine. And Secrecy, the Human Dress. The Human Dress, is forged Iron. The Human Form, a fiery Forge. The Human Face, a Furnace. The Human Heart, its hungry Gorge. 8211; William Blake. Lines of the Weeks. RELIGIOUS EXTREMISM: Between Creed and Conscience. July 8, 2016.
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HAPPINESS IS A CHOICE – ink fifteen
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Imagine the impossible (where will the violent wind go, that man's thoughts have not been before? HAPPINESS IS A CHOICE. August 7, 2015. August 7, 2015. By Chukwudi Ezeamalukwuo Okoye. 8220;Happiness is a choice: I choose to be happy.”. What did he mean by that. I have greeted her first for 3 days now, I think I should wait for her to greet me first next time. I don’t think his handshake was firm enough, it’s like he doesn’t want to say hi. NIGERIA and OTHER OIL PRODUCING NATIONS. August 10, 2015 at 8:45...
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NIGERIA & OTHER OIL PRODUCING NATIONS – ink fifteen
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Imagine the impossible (where will the violent wind go, that man's thoughts have not been before? NIGERIA and OTHER OIL PRODUCING NATIONS. August 8, 2015. August 8, 2015. We can’t boost of one world-class hospital structures attached to universities; and numerous other things within this country’s reach, if only corruption could be swept away as well as the emergence of a visionary leader. Doha, Qatar. Photo courtesy of google. Astana, Kazhakstan. Photo courtesy of Google. Dubai Photo courtesy of google.
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INSIDE NIGERIA: When Individualism becomes a Curse – ink fifteen
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Imagine the impossible (where will the violent wind go, that man's thoughts have not been before? Middot; The Poet's Corner. INSIDE NIGERIA: When Individualism becomes a Curse. August 12, 2015. August 13, 2015. By Okoye Chukwudi Ezeamalukwuo. They picked Akanni up one morning. Beat him soft like clay. And stuffed him down the belly. Of a waiting jeep. What business of mine is it. So long they don’t take the yam. From my savouring mouth? Niyi Osundare (Not My Business). I should have been home by now....
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ON THE MEANDERING PATHWAY OF LIFE (Poetry) – ink fifteen
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Imagine the impossible (where will the violent wind go, that man's thoughts have not been before? ON THE MEANDERING PATHWAY OF LIFE (Poetry). March 27, 2015. March 27, 2015. By Okoye Chukwudi Ezeamalukwuo. The awakening of the sun at dawn. On places base and holy, on grasses. Trodden black and Jasmine sweet, virgin pure. And maiden vile; calls to my mind the doubts. Of something more, something beyond this world,. Beyond this life I see. I hear clearly. The indifferent cock crowing again,. From the highs...