I see dead people
They don’t know they’re dead
Their physical body is still living
And has not yet been shed

They walk and they talk,
They laugh, weep and they smile
They occupy all walks of life
And don’t always seem vile

Their mind silences their heart
Their intellect dulls their intuition
It seems insignificant
But it’s at the root of the human condition

Listen to your inner voice
Don’t leave everything to your head
Or you’ll be walking with the living
And not realise you’re dead.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river