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The gardener woke just before dawn.

Stepping out to the verandah,

he sat on the steps,

waiting patiently for the first lights.

He evidently was in love.

For he has been this way

these past three weeks,

awaiting his friends in the garden.

Ahh! The first lights!

He gingerly stood up,

walking expectantly

towards the rendezvous.

He stepped quietly into the garden,

as if scared of frightening his guests.

Eyes intensely fixed on the soil,

he has for so long toiled.

Then his countenance brightened.

His long awaited friends have arrived;

Sprouting from the ground,

everywhere and about.

Oh! They look so fresh and new.

They must be thirsty coming from the deep.

But this task can’t be left just for the dew.

So he hurried for the hose to water the shoots.


This poem is about the loving relationship that exists between the gardener and his plants. It is captured this way for your reading pleasure. Do have fun ok.

All the best.

Ndifreke Efiok Akpan.


Gone With The Wind
Gone With The Wind

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All alone!

The little girl sat on the grass,

deep in thoughts, on her own.

Shivering with grief,

her tears flowed freely,

consequent of life lived so brief.

Stolen joy,

parents never again to see,

a loving embrace, a far cry,

her only consolation, the broken toy.

Life similar to shattered glass,

the future stolen by a blast,

then dark curtains came down at last,

soaked with tears and blood,

knowing that tomorrow, will never come to pass.


This piece was inspired by little orphans who lost their parents and loved ones in a tragic manner. The aftermath is a scathing emotional experience. I hope you feel their pain and loss through this poem.

All the best to you and yours.

Ndifreke Efiok Akpan.


Here for A Minute
Here for A Minute

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It’s a long story,

But I will make it short;

Don’t think it gory,

For the pain still hurts.

Emotions are dead,

Consequent of love lost;

Now I lay on my bed,

Doomed to pay the cost.

My health fails me,

I will be here for a minute;

Don’t feel sorry, hail me,

I’ve been there, and I mean it.


I often wonder at the effect emotions can have on one’s health and life decisions. Be it a broken heart, a mended one or a peaceful heart. This short poem portrays the delicate relationship that exists between one’s health, a broken heart and the decision to live.

Thank you for reading.

Warm regards!

Ndifreke Efiok Akpan.

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