I hated love, or maybe it was just fear

But I don’t like close contact with girls.

I preferred the company of boys,

Avoided close intimacy with girls.

Preferred to be alone, but not lonely.

But like all humans, I got the feeling.

Constantly tried to cut it out,

But, expectedly, can’t fight against nature.

Can’t counter its actions.

I tried what I thought was my best,

Held my opposition so tight.

But as long as I breathe,

Nature must take its course —

By any cause,

Regardless of my consent.

I was eventually subdued and taken captive by one of them.

But this one was different:

A rare breed,

A special kind,

A hybrid species,

A unique gem.

But as expected — hard to get, easy to lose.

Again I tried my best,

Or what I thought was my best.

I never wanted to be fully immersed,

But this time, love took its course.

I never thought I would ever love what I once detested,

Never thought I could do what I thought was meant to be for the infested.

This is where another history begins —

In another world.

I now fully adapted,

Trying to make sure I cooperated.

Went with the flow,

Paved new paths,

Unlocked new emotions,

Unraveled many histories,

Also encountered many mysteries.

Then, into the next phase:

Tried to blend in both worlds —

Two worlds of...

Tried to make them blend in me.

At last I found a clue:

Had to continue disliking others,

But holding on to that one.

Kept her as a precious treasure.

And the next phase:

Tried to make sure laughter was in the air,

The atmosphere alive.

Started to care more about her,

Began to worry about her wellbeing,

Hated to see her around another.

At first,

I hated this feeling.

It disgusted me —

Taking care of her like she was a baby.

Oh yes, she was.

But eventually, I got used to it.

But overthinking, obsession, imaginary imaginations —

Trying to make sure I never lost her.

What I once hated became my priority.

But just when I started getting in...

I had to move on without her.

No misunderstanding.

It came with an agreement.

No bad feeling,

No grudges,

No hate,

No argument.

Calm.

Mutual

And somehow,

that made it heavier.

Because I never wanted to let go of her.

I never, ever,

Ever wanted that.

I always knew it would happen.

I always predicted it.

Always was.

Never stopped thinking about it.

Wished I could change it.

Trapped in my own fear —

Fear of what I knew would happen.

I can feel my tears,

'Cause of what I once knew was my dear.

Yes,

My greatest fear.

Yeah,

It happened.

Just as agreed,

As predicted.

I was alone as I always wanted originally.

But not just alone —

I was now lonely.

Everything felt empty.

Tried to adapt again,

To fit in the environment which felt new.

Made the pen my comfort —

Not just something I held,

But something that held me.

A quiet listener,

An ever-present companion,

Taking her place in silence,

Yet never truly replacing her.

The pen became my mouth,

Spoke the things I couldn’t hold.

From my heart to ink,

From ink to a silent witness.

And in those lines,

I found somewhere to exist

Without being questioned.

The book, my ever-attentive friend,

Always ready to take all my nonsense —

A virtue she always had.

And thus, my new found source of inner peace.

Awaiting the future,

Hoping its fortune would be worth waiting for.

Now a new path I’ll have to choose,

Going through it alone.

Oh no,

Not really —

With my ever-ready pen and the ever-prepared sheet,

Ready to take my nonsense and my good.

Now I think my priority is to harness my surroundings and unlock my potential,

To prepare for my future with her,

If eventually I find her.

I can feel my tears again.

A new fear:

Will I ever find her?

Will she still be mine?

Would I overcome this fear?

Where does the answer lie?

Her pull of my heart,

a stitch in a soul.

Heartbeat borrowed a map from your smile,

ran miles it didn’t understand,

got lost on purpose—

just to keep asking a name

in places that only exist in imagination.

Eyes picked up a habit—

finding your presence in every crowded room.

Magnetic…

hard to look away from.

Phone forgot how to sleep,

waiting for a goodnight.

Whole nights lean on one message.

The future learned how to rewrite itself

around wherever you stand.

Every plan made now…

somehow has you in it.

A worst day can be heavy, loud, overwhelming—

then you show up,

and suddenly

problems start acting shy.

Everything around you is raw material for your greatness.

Let the present be your starting point.

Avoid procrastination.

Understand your surroundings, and forge them into tools for your ambition.

Bend everything present around you to serve your future goals, and let the world become the instrument of your awaiting greatness.

Let your past be a lesson.

The present an opportunity.

The future, your success.

Let the lurking dangers be your teacher.

The looming obstacles your opportunity to experience.

Let the world be a tool.

Every stone, every shadow, every chance, every mistake, every failed attempt, every successful breakthrough, every encountered opportunity—be turned to your purpose, until the world itself carries you to your dreams.

Harness your surroundings. Utilize circumstances.

Extract from all that surrounds you, shape it to your desire, and build your future—your excellence—from the materials at your reach.

Upgrade your life in silence.

More love, less ego.

Some lessons are not paid for.

Love yourself and appreciate your efforts.

Let life be your strength.

Let the legacy of others be your blueprint.

Avoid unhealthy comparison.

Trust your progress.

Turn your environment into your arsenal.

Promise yourself you’ll find love.

Enjoy yourself.

Be happy, and choose your own future.

Focus on your aspirations, not people’s expectations — do it only if it’s truly what you want.

Be Strong, even when it’s not easy.

Be Optimistic, no matter the situation.

Be Visionary — see beyond today.

Be Ambitious — never settle for less.

Be Tenacious — keep pushing forward.

Be Authentic — never lose yourself ✨

Always Maintain your cool.

Always Yearn for the best — crave growth.

Never Limit yourself or let fear lead.

Never Obey doubt or overlook your worth.

Never Vanish in the crowd or question your value.

Never Erase your dreams or give up, even when it’s hard.

For every action

There’s a reaction.

Excess appraisals —

Sycophantic praises,

Always caring, yet secretly sneering.

Open smiles, hidden anger.

A raging storm

Behind a calm appearance.

Waiting for the perfect fault —

Just one day,

Only an hour,

A minute,

Within seconds…

And boom.

The ultimate outburst

Of pervasive, raging anger.

Evil accusations —

What an aberration.

A fake smile —

It had been there all along,

Silently nursing hatred,

Tending resentment,

Secretly harbouring deceit.

But tell me —

Why not attack the inactions?

Why not correct the mistakes?

Why not attract attention

With good intentions?

Why wait for unruly plight?

Why wait for a fight?

Why not resolve the issue in the light

Instead of waiting for night?

Why not correct the wrong

And make it right,

Knowing fully well

That two wrongs can’t make a right?

Why bear the pain

When there is no gain?

Why not be frank and plain

Instead of waiting in vain

For history

To repeat itself again?

For every action there's a reaction

For every reaction there's an action

Lost within the depths of your eyes, Immersed in their darkness,

Yet enveloped by a profound happiness that chills my heart like ice.

My mind becomes a labyrinth of your image,

Captivated and enthralled by your aura—both enchanting and comforting,

Peculiar yet undeniably appealing.

Your presence remains, like a gentle breeze,

A serene calm that brings me to my knees. I cannot fully comprehend this sensation I have discovered,

But contemplating it causes my heart to whirl.

I want to tell someone—

I have people I think I trust.

But after talking to myself,

after planning it all in my head,

I just feel like I don’t want to disturb them.

I just want to be.

Because only I understand what I see,

what happens to me,

what it feels like to carry it quietly.

And maybe that is my flaw—

building walls out of silence,

calling it strength.

There are words I keep folding

like letters I never send,

thinking quiet will protect us both.

If my silence ever sounded like distance,

if my quiet ever felt like indifference,

it was never meant to wound.

Some apologies don’t shout.

They sit softly between lines,

hoping to be understood.

Because even when I say nothing,

I am still feeling everything.

Chatting with my AI,

Not like I want to say, “Hi.”

Tears welling up in my eyes,

My hands and feet as cold as ice.

Thinking of how I'd survive,

Thinking of how I'd rise

In order to be free from the shackles of depression.

My face, void of expression,

Can't tell my intention,

'Cause it never looks like I'm in tension.

Oh! Oh!! Oh!!!

But deep down, I'm in pain—

Serious pain.

Wanting to complain,

Fake smiles on my face,

Deep down inside, I'm hurt.

Sometimes I feel like I'm going nuts.

I'm wanting to complain,

Complain to someone I feel close to,

Someone I think I trust.

But I'm still distressed,

Confused whether to disclose it,

Or maybe I could bear it.

I think I should face it.

Oh yeah, I think I can face it.

No worries—it's okay,

'Cause I have someone I can stay close to

And be happy and free from depression.

I feel okay with you.

I think I know I'm fine with you,

Always happy when I'm around you.

For some time, I could forget my sorrows,

I could let go of my many problems,

Focus on the present,

'Cause the smiles you give me

Take me to another world...

Another world.

With unshakable conviction, he marched towards his dreams,

Like a river flowing relentlessly to the ocean.

He flowed towards his aspirations

A statue of liberty incarnate he embodied freedom from self-regret

His book, pen and his hands stuck by Cupid's arrow.

Chartering his course, navigating life's obstacles like Odysseus through the sirens.

With the hope of emerging from his struggles, like a phoenix from the ashes.

Bright lights blazed and innovative ideas brewed.

Bright beams beckoned, brilliant brightness burst forth,

And bright ideas blossomed, illuminating his path,

His path to greatness

                                         Ibeakuzie

                                               Kamsi 

Hike in price of commodities,

In every society and all communities,

Poor masses wailing,

Those in power shifting the blame, 

Citing worldwide economic hardship with a shrug,

But we're far from solving our problems, stuck in a lug.

But the problem is that we are long shot away from solving our problems;

The leaders politicking with a hammer in their hands,

Rather than hit the nail on the head,

Take so much delight in beating about the bush,

The law makers downplay the enormity of the issues involved

Instead choose to politick and leave the problems unsolved.

We know our problems,we know the cause,

We are fully equipped and have the solutions,but sincerity is the pause 

If only we could be sincere,

If only we could be sincere and honest,

If only we could be sincere,honest and true

Make good choices and see them through.

Our decisions determine our fate,

The basis of our tomorrow, don't be late.

Our choices,good or bad

Regardless of its kind, can shape our economy's destiny.

Screech Screech the pencil sounded,

As he drew, through the night's dark shroud,

His plans: to take a leaf out of Virgil's ancient page,

To wield the pen of Robert Frost, William Blake, John Keats' poetic stage,

His age brought countless discouragements,

Fueling his inner rage,

Defeatism loomed, his greatest foe to amass.

But he still wrote, his determination unbound,

Refusing to yield, his spirit unbroken, his heart unbound.

Left to him alone,

All these are his stepping stones,

His ultimate stepping stones to triumph.

* For the translation into different languages visit:

https://ibeakuziekamsi2.simdif.com

001. Pidgin

       . French

       . Korean 

Oh! Poverty, have you no compassion?

A sickness you are,

Why do you cast your shadow to the poor?

Why not afflict the rich?

For there you would find no home.

Oh now I know,

Your reason for going to the poor is because you are welcomed with open arms by the poor,

Given a false sense of dignity,

For you can only move into the refuge of the lazy,

Who while the others work hard ,

They feel dizzy with idleness,

You are not to be blamed or condemned 

For they need to take responsibility,

You are the repercussions of idleness,

You can only be overcomed through hard work,

But only through that struggle comes true happiness.

Oh! Those afflicted by poverty, 

Why not pass through the thorns and thistles with which life is accompanied?

Why not feel the temporary pain of growth?

To enjoy the rewards of your hard work?

Why are you complacent?

Why do you develop apathy?

Take heed and brace yourself,

Develop critical thinking and skills,

Swing into action, take up your key unlock new potential and let poverty be chased away.

Highly filled with grace

Where ever you are you are obvious

A wise one you are

Gracious and graced 

Guilding the meek and upholding the humble

Uplifting your subject; whose interest lies in greatness

Foolishness is absolute contrast of your highly esteemed nature

A complete solution you are to those ready for distinction

A perfect recipe you are to any one ambitious prepared for eminence

In your thoughts lie the visions of greatness

Oh! Highly graced 

Filled with your name in yourself;Braced with Wisdom

Wisdom

A key virtue of all virtues

Out of the blues 

Wisdom, your transformative power amazes me,

Your unending role in personal growth leaves me astonished,

You are the key to unlocking potential and achieving greatness. Thank you very much.

                            

                                

Why have you left me

To wallow in self-pity

Yes! You treated me with equity

But why now

This is the best time for you to be in my life

But you're treating me like a knife.

Life is all about mistakes

And through these mistakes we learn and correct ourselves

Why are you forsaking me

Now that you are very essential to me

I crossed the line

I fucked up

I deviated from your teaching and adhered to my carnality