They say I make enemies on all sides. Sycophancy and hypocrisy seem to be the price of friendship and group play in a civilized, polished world gone corporate. Living analog authenticity has been replaced by plastic digital superficial smoothness. Personality is dead; long live the System.

But I refuse to be the servant of a System that serves only itself and not the human in me. Being myself is not suicide; surrendering to the System is the real suicide. Being myself is birth, is life.

Don’t kill yourself. Resist. Be it education, be it politics, be it diplomacy, be it the corporate world, be it religion, be it organised Sport – they all demand one thing: the compromise and capitulation of the true human being. The human Spirit. Thwart their plan. Resist!

In every aspect of life, deep in the fabric of our group existence, we have to change the System. And it starts when the individual human being comes back to life. Until you know yourself, you won’t know your real friends. They may be many more than you think, but you don’t know and they don’t know – because you are all afraid to be the first to drop the mask and say:

“Hey, I’m human. Are you?”

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije



If you’re mad, and you know you’re mad, are you mad?
If you’re in heaven, and you’re not happy, are you in heaven?
If you have everything, and you’re empty, do you have anything?
If you have nothing, and you’re full, do you have nothing?

What’s the point in being able to explain the Laws of God to everybody, if you lack the courage to live the paths that will reveal yourself to you.

Some people have the courage to show you God, but they don’t have the courage to show you themselves. It is not God that is shrouded in strange mystery, it is the human being.

Don’t tell me about God – you can’t. Tell me about yourself. Show me who you really are. That’s difficult enough. But that’s the knowledge we reciprocally need, between and amongst ourselves, in order to be able to live happily with one another.

And happy coexistence, as ourselves, with ourselves: that is our Paradise.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.


Once they used chains
Once they used Whips
Once they used Dogs
Once they used knives and guns
Now they use mockery

Because they have seen that all those things
Did not provide a final solution
To the verdure of your tenacious Proliferation
For you sprout from within

They will weight the System against you
But it will not hold you down completely
Yet it will mock you
They will twist the law against you
But it will not hold you down completely
Yet it will mock you

Mock you and ridicule you and make you small they will
Because as long as you are small
You cannot build, or run, a big House.
It’s not your body they want to kill
It is your Spirit.
Do not believe the hype,
Racism is still alive and well.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.


Most bloggers are reluctant to show their face. The reasons are varied.

But I decided to show mine – not just my inner face, but also the outer one. By doing so, it was as if I had rid myself of a protective cover – only to realise that I don’t need one.

I like to meet the world directly, openly, face to face.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

There’ll Be Help Along The Way (LIVE)

Live @ Summa Summarum Musikkeller Frankfurt 14.02.18

I remember
When the news hit me back in September
Daddy’s going home
Father father
Tell us will this be our last December?
Speak a word of hope

There’ll be storm and there’ll be rain
There’ll be tears and there’ll be pain
Keep on striving night and day
There’ll be help along the way
Those who have no fear to fail
Are the ones who never fail
Though they fall they’ll rise again
There’ll be help along the way
… way way way along the way

Have a vision
Live you life with purpose and a mission
Never never give up
Stick together
Be your brothers’ and your sister’s keeper
And keep your faith in God

When old friends have gone away – (way)
And new friends don’t feel the same – (same)
Yet stay on your lonely lane – (lane)
There’ll be help along the way –
Heaven helps who help themselves – (selves)
Don’t keep doubtig your success – (cess)
Just be faithful to your fate
There’ll be help along the way
… way way way along the way


Sometimes at the very start
The road you have to go looks hard
Just set off and just be brave
There’ll be help along the way
It’s no shame to be afraid
But don’t let it make you brake
’Cause in unexpected ways
Oh, there’ll be help along the way…

– Words/Music: Che Chidi Chukwumerije.


Lebe ich unter den Toten oder
Sterbe ich unter den Lebenden?
Ein Teil von mir lebt und
Es soll auch leben

Ein Teil von mir stirbt
Und er soll auch sterben

Fremd sein ist Fluch und Segen
Anders sein ist sich selbst sein
Freude gibt es allein im Widerstand

Ohne Widerstand kein Wechselstrom
Keine wahre Verbindung
Keine Ehrlichkeit

Nur Heuchelei
Und Rollenspiele
Und Traurigkeit.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.


So why is it that
Only one person is buying
And only one person is selling…

Only one person is making
And only one person is slaving

Only one person is thinking
And only one person is sleepwalking

If the market is free
Why does Africa chain itself
Down? If you don’t make anything
You’ll never own a thing

A free market is not enough to
Free a continent –
Only a free mind can
And free thinkers
Who have freed themselves from
Unimagination and rigidity and
Small parochial selfishness.

Only such can free their People
From the chains of a free market
Where might is still right
And freedom is not given for free.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije


For a long time, decades,
I forgot about the power of music
I stopped believing that music can
Change the world.

It is easy to stop believing it
Because many people also do not really believe it
And so everywhere around you, people agree with you
In a gentle cynical sad way

But there is something greater than belief
It is Knowledge. Memory. New experiencing –
Conviction. Re-cognition. It comes upon you when music
Changes your world and brings you back to life
Inside you again –
This is what Music does to everything.

Then you become a believer again
And a disciple and a missionary of
The Religion of Music.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.