Biography

Chuka Nnanna Okeke was born and raised in Oko,Anambra state,Nigeria. He had his earlier studies in his country home before proceeding to Nigeria's first university and one of its best citadels of learning, the University of Ibadan. His reputation is acknowledged on a national and international basis,and there are a considerable number of poems and intellectual articles written by him in the History Press Organization,University of Ibadan,Nigeria where he served as the Editor-in- Chief. Chuka Okeke is an analyst on municipal issues,politics and comparative relations.He was the Press Liaison Officer in the international conference on "Globalization:Migration,Citizenship and Identity"organized by the duo of Kenesaw State University Georgia and University of Ibadan,which held from 6th to 9th November,2007. He is member of Anti-Slavery International, London, Union of Campus Journalists, Nigeria and other numerous professional associations ,all geared towards enhancing his creative prowess and finesse. While in the university,Okeke was exposed to the doctrines of Marxism,which has positively influenced the lives of an overwhelming 21st century young beholders. His philosophy about life is" the better a man breaths, the better he survives" As a quiet radical,he hopes to bring social change in his country,Nigeria in the nearest future.

Samples

THE HELLISH PASSAGE

Where are we going
the beleaguered beings bemoaned
torn out like bees and birds
where ostrich plume plays the pawn

Where are we going
in the mist of horrow and hell-hole
gaunt chains and the vertical troop
were born of Siamese
and toilling all around the hostile path

Where are we going
muzzling and muscling away
until the threshold of a virgin land
but still shrouded in mist

Oh! where are we going
deft appeals on deaf ears
the songs of yester-years
we sing today in a tearful joy


THE DRAMA IN NIGER DELTA
Drop the arm
you pathfinders of bloodbath
dread the incognito harm
and seek the peace of calm

Here, hoi-polloi bath in flames
yet, busy like a bee worker
they covet oil wealth by force
gush it with great gusto
but bellowed in the "boom"
to their appointed path

What a pity it portrays?
kleptocracy rules and ruins
as harbinger of hurly-burly
haven't my eyes seen my ears?
or,is it not the arm of chief-tormentors
those whose delicacies pass for theatrics
yes, unfulfilled theatrics
the whys for the whirl

How time flies above the skies?
from chief-servants to masters
now, I see the waning wind of yesterdays
yes, the wind of hay-days
when altruism thrust the style
now, the masters shine no more as stars

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