In your world I’m weird
I write poems everyday
Money to me is not wealth
Politics is an illusion they play
Religions are superficial
God is different from what they say
Intimacy is often artificial
Your way is not my way
I don’t attach, I don’t detach
I seem to neither go nor stay
And yet somehow I still touch
You much deeper than they.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

Poems from the inner river