When they were living
It was for them not the past;
Now that we are living
It is for us also not the past.

It is always the present -
And it always feels the same;
For some it feels like the end,
For others like the start, of the game.

The future will one day look back
And call our present their past -
But their present too will hold them back
With the same challenges of the past.

It always demands bravery
Without the benefit of hindsight;
To act without knowing if posterity
Will prove you wrong or right.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river