June, 11, 2021,



12:39 PM

nielquchi: #freestylefriday

So I announced the topic at 1:16 PM. But the day had begun a little earlier, links posted from an Instagram post and a medium article.


Topic : Vital Signs


Hello, My name is Niel and these are the ChristaPoet Freestyle Sessions. This year, ChristaPoet wants to give you a special perspective to our freestyles. At first, some of these poems were published as stand-alone pieces. But in actuality, each poem is an untitled part of a freestyle session. Each freestyle session is given a topic for the poems to address.


I started this particular bout at 3:32 PM with this:

So today I’m
Searching online
For a chic – perfect woman
For a big plan
What I found:
VP of Nigeria’s name is not Osibanjo
First aero doctor is Ola Brown?
And yet Seun Kuti calls here a concentration camp
I already forgot the role of O. Lawal

But my eyes protest by closing
They’re longing for my closing
They want to sleep a dose indeed
I told them growth is what I really need


Vital signs tell me Quchi you’re an Acer
HP for health points, I’m healing any matter
Asus for the truth, we bring systems from the Maker
No Mecca
Life so Good, Drake bought a future here Sir
Dell say my hair is bad, I say I’m the G in Samson
Panasonic flow, 116, roam and act on what I’m going to knock here
I no care
Tecno for my answer, if you want me quiet
OPPO tuned it in, still I chose his diet
My discipler Redmi Genesis 1:26
28, still Saw what I’ve never scene
Those are vital signs
Heavenly jujitsu
Cats got nine
I got Holy Ghost fruits

See what I did there?

I was writing about Electronic/Comms Tech companies. Not bad huh. They could have celebrated that a bit more, but UC Truth happened next. This man s’ppose to be my brother, but here he is outshining my moment with this beautiful…picture… at 3:36 PM:

Beep-Bip


When my temperature dropped another hot album
I listened
To the itchy rash on my thigh, making me dance to every scratch
Pale faced CD cover
Aches on joints that sing their covers
My breath was a broken record
Skipping beats became the thud-thud of my my my heart’s drum
And it’s on record
When my temperature dropped
I was buried in dust
Home sweet home my sinful body sang of its lust
Pale faced lover with a fork
I knew these feiry tails would finally drive my mind to nuts
And bolts, locked in his tunes
Rhythm and blues
All these rashes make me itch of me and you
When my temperature dropped
I became
He promised me “Again” to be born
I became him here
“You in me” was his hymn here
The angels chorused
The paths they sang was the road paved
To walk in motion
Heal the sick and don’t lose focus
Another dead
To raise them now I am sent
Like an arrow shot I pierce
Bone and marrow
Breaking records of yesterday
Because what matters is who I kill today
The rash decision to be joined to the sun burned me
Now I’m nothing but crisps of former paper
A letter written by his hands
Delivered with a dance
When heaven skip skipped their feet
For he made me neat
Beat by beat
A new album
Not of this world
Cold hearted to the tail and fiery
When my temperature dropped

That first line was it for me. I immediately fell for the piece. There were praiseful comments indicating that some other CaPians loved it as well…the piece comes to an end soon enough to not let you tire. Nicely put together.

We all gushed at the constitution of Words, while some of us contemplated the state of our writing skills. Hehe

Then Chika St. Davnique started recording a Voice Note. I was like, Ah!

Please find attached Remi Fani-Kayode Avenue 2 by Chika St. Davnique. Something spicy!!

Zoe had come online and had been reading. She was ready to emit poetry. She did so, at 4:25 PM:

His red blood washed me white
A vital sign that I’ve been made righteous.

Then I returned at 4:30 PM. In between Zoe and I, there was plenty of talk. And then I spoke:

Oya wait lemme be the scapeGOAT
When I proposed this topic, trust me, I saw not this coming
You see UC typing and ceaselessly it’s crazy coming
But you’re not doing well if you troway good chair in
Xhika def is merciless like Barca last season
I dey my dey she went and made us all a voice lesson
I understand if we Nintendo die the matter there
But vital signs say we’re alive like juice or something high



Ade, Eremi and Uba, you can’t just run away
There were the days when they felt something akin to your pain
But grit is greeted by the greatness created for the great…test of all time
That’s G.O.A.T. weighty from the time it spent on fire

Haha. I guess I have mentioned those who were contemplating the state of their writing prowess.

Here is Hanna, with her thoughts on Vital Signs at 8:29 PM:

Vital signs needed for the sick, the weak but not the meek.
Vital signs are needed for the proud, the simple but not the spirited
Vital signs are needed for the blind, the deaf but not the clean
Vital signs are needed for the hopeless, the depressed but not the adventurer
Vital signs are needed when you’re on admission and those symptoms are visible
Vital signs are your routine check until you’re dead.
An exception to vital signs is to die daily then and only then will you live abundantly.

Baby Girl is just peng. She went text book on it, almost violently. And I ended the day with an 8:36 PM dart:

This stuff nearly embarrassed me.
Simple depth
Kinda water that drowns you if you just wanna shoyuken, like you’re a streefighter
God of War, but na God of Love Kratos on the 6th day
For rest that’s only found in Jesus
Vital signs I exhibit are things like tongues and power gifts
And yes I have the bread to make hell’s traffic jam

I know that you are waiting for Eremi and TC. I’ll keep them for tomorrow. Come back again.


I believe that if you had read any of these poems on their own, you would get a part of the picture. Now you see them together, I think it’s a more wholesome picture. Tell us what you think, and see you next time.

Authors:
Niel Quchi
UC Truth
Zoe Ziva
Chika St. Davnique
Hanna Azubuike
TC
Eremi