Born on June 28, Maurice Chike Ugwonoh is the A9 of the popular underground HipHop Music group in Nigeria, The Kalip8. He graduated from the University of Ibadan Oyo, Nigeria and Currently work as Asst. Dir. Copy at DDB Lagos.
Apart from copy writing, Maurs as he’s fondly called is a talented rapper, spoken words writer and performer and artist. This week, iamhiponline brings you some of Muars inspiring poems.
WHERE DO PENSOULS GO?
This is a funeral for a Pen
This is a funeral for a friend
This is a funeral for a dear oneOne whom I loved till the end.
This is no fun, still I must write
This is a wrong that I must right
This is a right we’ve left with spite
A barren moon turned hole in the night
Words are thoughts made flesh and ink
Thoughts are ghosts from the eternal brink
Thirst I quench with a drink of ink
I think, it inks. A telepathic link
Addicted I am to the needle of my pen
Every doodle I inject courses through my veins
Knowledge is power, a cold rush to the brain
Hallucination, imagination…they’re same to the brain.
My inner demons are mine, go to hell and get yours.
Everyman has his troubles, don’t let me troubleshoot yours
My pen is not to blame for every fix I can’t resist
My priest think’s it’s psychosis, my shrink thinks he’s an exorcist
So now that I lay down my right to write
My penchant for the pen expunged like a blight
Is my “Pensoul” gone to the great beyond
Or will my pen-chant be born anew because my word is my bond
Where do Pensouls go?