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Check List

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Bucket list,
No…
A check list
Definitely…
Cremé de la cremé
A creamy latte for all
My troubles aren’t bad at all, sweet, sweeter, sweetest

A bucket list could come after,
After we’ve collided like Gas molecules inside a Cologne

No body badder
I’m not settling down the ladder,
Each column of our Adventure together would be littered with laughter

A laughter list
That would set my cry list ablaze for good
My oh my…
Delulu
Is that you?
Looks like I’m trapped with you…
Not like I mind,
Delulu is the solulu for a Long List of Breakfasts that could last a life-time,

Certainly, we should live to see the fine times,
Breakfast at least
Don’t die starving
Perfect trust, perfect love,
That’s what they had on the menu before it became crumbs,
Imperfect times shouldn’t defile the future fine lines
There’s a lot on your timeline,

Checkmate
Victory dance it is
You still stand a chance at love
Congratulations in Jesus name

Agba stepper
After you nah you,
if you had your way, you would have done leg walk,
But, no panic, your steps are being ordered into God’s menu,
Make a bucket list
Already,
God’s choice will overrule the checklist

Ebubechi
© 2026

PUSH

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There’s a target to hit
If you want to be free,
A spiritual architecture must respond, with a scream, and a leap
From the impact of your
Goozo…goozo kapapa diya mandiya
Hold unto thy pistol
While you rain down
Fire and brimstone,

Soldier, if you want to write an epistle for your generation to read
Somebody will have to bleed,
Bruise the head of that Ancient serpent, and he would flee

Or

Do you want to plead?
For the advantage Christ has bought you already?

My friend PUSH!

Push until something happens,
Else you go guzoro for too long!
Kabash…ratata indica
That’s how to run through a troop and leap over a wall

Thou hast encamped around those mountains for too long
It is a time for shift
It is a time for speed
It is a time for showers

Sounds of abundance of rain
Ikipopo Kandi ka
Launch thy missiles
We’re not missing sides

Kadosh is on our side

Ebubechi
© 2026

Feel good

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Pleasure me,
A few coins for a surge  of euphoria,
Let me pay for what I want to be mine,
Dopamine and I’ll be fine
On cloud nine and I’ll see just fine,
Breathe fine
Live fine
Enjoy life
Forsee life

In fact, I get to be my own prophet,
I see things
What I see is so vivid,
Hahahaha… hahahaha

Come!
come pleasure me canna…
Cannabis nwanna awuruo guy name
After some puffs, I’m gonna be naming the stars all over again

I’m gonna tame my fears all through the day,
I’m gonna launch into the deepest of archives
And catch something
Anything!
A glimpse of what the future holds, perhaps
I tell the truth
I’m not unsure
I fear for nothing

Haaaaaahaa… haaaaaa
I’m so bold,
I’m so sure I can foretell
You don’t have an idea of how much I already know,
I can tell your future for free if you want

Euphoria tells me I’m free after all,
I thought so too
And that’s why I risked it all,
Puff after puffs
For a pleasure so sublime

Line after line
Doesn’t go outta line,
Does it?
Dopamine after dopamine does it
Until intense cravings begin to kick in

Danger! Danger! On the wall,
I saw it
Come home! Come home,
I ignored it
Euphoria got me real bad,
I could smell it,
I knew it
Yet I couldn’t stop it

When help came in, I stalled it,
But when Ebenezer stepped in, I couldn’t stop him
Instead, I leaned in

And when my cravings come knocking,
I breathe in
I rest in him

Ebubechi
© 2026

An awful conclusion

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To falter is an option to be ignored right there when spurred.

But leaves an ‘I don’t care nod‘ instead of a step.

Air has made the balloon fatter while past failures still lurks around.

Know that purpose is a deep water.

Understanding will lure the fountain within not you standing so sure you have a brain to count on, with conscious efforts of kneeling be ready to birth a mountain.

“Where was that brain of yours when comfort zone stole time and left you pained?”

“Where was your brain when the added weight kept altering every step you took to catch up with the train?”

“Where was your brain when the candle within was quenched and you were drained?”

An awful conclusion it is, one propelled by absence of Divination.

The altar needs fire not water. Farther will age read unless a retreat is called.

The altar needs consistency not a ‘once in a blue moon visitor.’

The altar needs to be mobile not cold because the author won’t speak until visiting becomes hourly even though tagged odd

The altar will draw so much and won’t tire when on fire!

– Ebubechi
(c) 2021