Why do you worry
When your brother grows...

It spurs me, your singing
Makes me feel light...

Celestial sessions are
Where God decides cases...

That is the source of her jealousy -
Where can I find a man like Sam...

This girl is sitting across the room
Looking my way...

It is middle May
And the sky is in a mood...

In the evening I loll,
Sitting down on a tortured fork...

Here in my house
I make a space for my God...

Poverty is not a calling,
Even if the priests think it is...

When I build castles in the air
I do not use cement...

My struggle is to be a man
In every respect...

I am a king, do not tell me;
I am Eze Onyeagwalam...