Chimuanya Victoria Nwabunwanne

Chimuanya Victoria Nwabunwanne Poems

With resolve, our people enfold their fate
— this intricate dance in the fabric of our state.
One would wonder,
'Why are things torn asunder? '
...

In distance, you're a dazzling star
A radiant beauty from afar
Glowing with light
A captivating sight
...

In tough times, when life's charred,
play your hand; be undeterred.
Hold your chin up high
Strive for the win; don't comply. Never give up.
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Chimuanya Victoria Nwabunwanne Biography

Chimuanya Victoria Nwabunwanne, a budding young writer hailing from Omo in Anyamelum, Anambra, Nigeria, shines brightly in her pursuits. As the second of five siblings, she navigates her path with grace and ambition. Currently enrolled at Star Divine College in Awka, Victoria's journey is marked by academic excellence and sporting prowess, earning her numerous accolades. However, Chimuanya's story extends far beyond the classroom and sports field. With a passion for creativity, she immerses herself in dancing, singing, crafting poems and the art of storytelling. Her dreams soar high, envisioning herself as a lawyer, athlete, English linguist, and fashion designer. Anchored by her unwavering faith in Christ, Chimuanya Victoria Nwabunwanne is steadfast in her resolve to turn her multifaceted aspirations into tangible achievements.)

The Best Poem Of Chimuanya Victoria Nwabunwanne

The Situation Of Nigeria

With resolve, our people enfold their fate
— this intricate dance in the fabric of our state.
One would wonder,
'Why are things torn asunder? '
As a part of my journey, I embrace it
though except hunger's echoes, I have nothing to eat

In my country, Nigeria.

Like balloons released into the sky, prices go higher
Look! Within each leader's mind lodges a liar
Everybody sleeps and wakes with a worry
Trailing like a shadow, I persist, with 'sorry'
With a smile, I try to grace my face
as I sweep away the worries from this space

In my country, Nigeria.

Oh Lord, let your voice flow like a river through my soul; speak,
that you will be the sturdy branch for the weak
In the embrace of our whispered plea, hear our cry
Will the well of our sorrow first run dry?
As life, like leaves in the autumn wind, spins helter-skelter,
May many find their own shelter,

In my country, Nigeria.

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