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In the shadow of frenzied thoughts
I ask
Will it go well?

In the midst of doubts and faiths
Laced twins in present scenario
I pique:
Will she live?

Half a decade has been served
Flurry of escapades deserving
Voluminous tales
We all got drunk in passion of help
The size that filled a bank

And now lightening the lamp
To see that long pathway to surgery room -
Not of pain but of life I see
Not of tears but of hope it'd be
That her limbs will fly again
That this heart can breathe aloud:
And all once dead come to life

Such that sun lies side by side with earth
In handshake of solidarity
Such that surgeons dance with nurses
In tributary of success
And when wheeled out of rebirth
Glowing shall it be
The colours of her new life

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Dear Teddy, God bless you mightily for your words and poem of encouragement. They are taken to heart. We believe it will end in praise.

By the way my name is IFEANYICHUKWU (meaning with God all things are possible)

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Teddy, I welcome suggestions on title. Thank you.

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It is positive indeed. Thanks for your input.

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A magical piece that sends one on his or her knees in prayers for a successful surgery. Every stanza gives off a unique emotion that triggers quite a deal of self-search and further takes you around the possibilities of life. A good job my brother. And I know your sister will be okay.

Bathe yourself with poetry and let the world go to pieces.

Dear Chima,
Your words are soothing and reassuring too. Not an easy thing to go through but with profound solidarity from you and everyone we've come across, we know certainly it's gonna be a success. Bless you real good!

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Be well my brother.

Bathe yourself with poetry and let the world go to pieces.

The bear of anxiety walks the halls of the waiting rooms near any surgical suites. Your poem really brings that out. The perspective is so well written here.

Would it be possible, Sir, that you could spell out your name phonetically, so myself and others that don’t live in Nigeria may pronounce it correctly? Thanks in advance...

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Thanks Ray. Incidentally, it is World Kidney Day.

Well, Ifeanyichukwu means (with God all things are possible). It is broken down into IFE ANYI CHU KWU. Simply call me Ifeanyi. Sorry for the difficulty in pronunciation.

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