EIN SONNTAG SPÄT IM AUGUST

August hat Lust auf mehr
Ich auch
Dennoch bin ich
Mehrfach befriedigt und leer
Was ich brauche ist
In was Neues ein zu tauchen.
Bist Du es?

Du Entkommen des Verstands
Du Verkommen der Schande
Du Umkommen unter Umständen
Du Ankommen an Freuland
Am Sonntagmorgen.

Andachtsglocken
Frohlocken in der Nähe
Locken den nächsten mich
Aus der Ferne.

Der August hat Lust auf mehr
Mehr Regen, mehr Sonne
Mehr Liebe, mehr Höhenflüge,
Mehr Poesie, und mehr Wärme.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

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HEUTE IST DIE WIEDERHOLUNG VON HEUTE

Du darfst an morgen nicht denken
Morgen ist ein Fluß, heute ist die Brücke
Über morgen.
Was kümmert Deinen Fuß die Lücke
Deiner Sorgen?
Er schreitet ‘rüber ohne zu versenken
Wenn er fest auf Heute steht und geht
Heute allein wird nie weggeweht.

Nicht nur Brücke ist heute
Heute ist Anfang, heute ist Ende
Gestern erlebtest Du heute
Gestern, morgen ist nicht das Ende
Von heute, sondern erneut heute
Heute ist der Anfang ohne Ende.
„Mit mir wirst Du im Paradies sein heute“
Das Paradies ist das ewige Reich von Heute.

Das Paradies heute
Nicht gestern, nicht morgen. Heute.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

DO AFRICANS BELIEVE THAT AFRICANS CAN INVENT?

We have to make our own world, because there is little space for us in the world others have created, out of their own ingenuity, for themselves.

So what we need is to create in Africa an African system that supports research and invention from Dream to Done Deed. What we need is to awaken the strong sense of the need to create our own world, a new world. A desire, the unquenchable thirst and unslackening desire to do this or perish. It becomes our racial focus, and the essence of the DNA we pass on, henceforth, from Generation to Generation. Our black spirits will come ready-made with the natural Urge to do this. We will be born differently from today. Born to invent.

But…: Do Africans believe that Africans can invent? Do Africans who feel the spirit of invention and innovation stirring within them have the guts to sacrifice their whole life to it? Are there financiers and patrons ready to support them to the bitter or sweet end?

If all you do is extract natural resources and minerals from the earth and the waters, and sell them unprocessed to others, then you are just a glorified miner. Now, today, as oil revenues dwindle, the call is sounded. Any mathematician can do the arithmetics and work backwards from the finish line. It is the point in time when our oil becomes worthless and our ability to invent and innovate becomes the only natural resource we have left. Untapped?

Yes I made the the jump from oil to inventions; whereby the popular wisdom proclaims that the alternative to oil bears another name: Diversification. But… Diversification Alone Is Not The Answer! It is only an interim puffer, but not the guarantor of survival. Only the fit survive. The fit are those who have trained the power and ability to create the future.

But…: Are African governments, think tanks, traditional institutions and financial institutes really ready to chart and push this course and pour all their resources into creating a new world, their own future? Do Africans believe that Africans can invent?

If we simply diversify from Oil to Solid Minerals, we will make the same mistakes again because not only are the underlying methodologies unaddressed and unchanged; nor the corruption issues in terms of persons, institutions and systems unammended; but, most importantly, the fundamentally flawed ideology that drives and guides our concept of nation-building, people-building, capacity-building – whatever you want to call it – remains the most entrenched and in-built weakness that we carry with us from generation to generation, from century to century. It is an ideology that supports a taker-mentality as opposed to a giver-mentality; it remains a receiver-mentality as against a creator-mentality; it stays a past-deifying and present-indulging mentality instead of a future-engineering one.

But it is better to produce the future than to reproduce the past. What our so-called education so far has not done for us is trigger the creator-gene. Systemically, deeply and deliberately. En Masse. The discoverer-Complex has yet to be activated within the context of African Culture, Upbringing, Orientation, Foundational Thinking that later guides investors, policy-makers, entrepreneurs and every citizen. We are talking about the Survival of the Species here.

The human being, in the end, respects only intelligence. Not just articulated intelligence, but intelligence that has yielded action and tangible form. The human species‘ only hope for survival and expansion, right from time, and for escaping extinction, has always been innovation and invention, i.e. the practical application of intuitive perception and intelligence. Thus, humans finally only respect those persons and groups whose ingenuity or depth of perception leads to discoveries and inventions that continue to move humankind forward. The urge to move, physically, mentally and spiritually, and to defend gained territories, is a deep evolutionary expression of primal survival instinct.

Therefore: Africans had better start believing that Africans can invent and that Africans SHOULD invent. And start pouring all their resources into making this a reality. Otherwise, the future which is being currently invented and designed by Non-Africans, for Non-Africans, will have no place in it for Africa and Africans. Or the place that will be reserved for us, we will not like it, nor possess the power and ability to change it. It will be worse that the days of Slavery and Colonisation. It will be a depth of systemic powerlessness and denigration not yet seen in the history of humankind. Because, if you don‘t make anything, you‘ll never own a thing.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

HINTER DEN KULTUREN

Zugvögeln haben es weit
Doch nimmer so weit wie ich es hatte
Wo ich zu Euch her zog

Groß ist die Welt – und weit
Und Kulturen sind Wände
Hoch und hart, ohne Tür und Fenster

Doch genau so wie der Himmel
Kracht und lacht sein krummzackiges Lächeln
Aufgehellt für einen Augenblick

Gibt es in der Wand manchmal
Einen Riss, und ich schaute hinein
Und sah, überrascht, Menschen.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

REALPOLITIK: AFRICA, THE REAL AFRICA

African Unity is Inter-ethnic (not Inter-national) in nature. Unlearn Africa. Learn Africa. Know the tribes and ethnic groups, their languages, histories, cultures, sentiments, traditional friends and enemies. Then you will suddenly see the real Africa and the real African boundaries and borders. They are very different from what was left behind by colonialism. Still unresolved.

African peoples and ethnic units, the real ones, not the national mirages. Any African countries that scrap their tribal languages are taking a lazy defeated step backward, not forward; suppressing forces that will still break out one day again – with even greater force. You can not deny Ethnicity in Africa.

But it does not have to divide us. On the contrary: the acknowledgment and knowledge of it helps us to form natural bridges across ethnic lines. This leads to more – and true, natural – peace and understanding. On the other hand, ignoring it has led to us over and again walking blindfolded and naively into pogroms, genocides, wars at worst – or just never-ending fractures at best.

However, in our need to find peace we have often taken the self-destructive path of sand-papering all our ethnic identities away in order to reduce us all into one amorphous history-less post-colonial European-speaking being. But we thereby go backwards, or sideways, not forwards. We lose, in the illusion of gaining. You have to know your tribe and your fellow African’s tribe; and allow the ethnic part of you to forge ties and forms of understanding with the ethnic part of them. Because our ethnic identities is what we on our own developed for ourselves over the course of millennia. They are not just surface-identities and nothing. Our colonial identities, however, were imposed on us and still sit on us like ill-fitting clothes.

It is ironic that when we associate with non-Africans, we make room for differences based on race and ethnicity. We acknowledge their race and take it into account in the bridge we build between us and them. This then smooths the way to a firm relationship and makes it easy for the shared humanity in us and them to link up with each other. But when we progressive Africans are associating with our fellow Africans, we carelessly believe the colonial white-wash of the irrelevance of our original ancient ethnic identities, and we try to build a relationship on an illusory foundation within which we have not yet reciprocally understood and arranged our minor but important ethnic differences according to their natures. But: Once done, harmonisation becomes very easy and in fact inevitable.

One of the reasons why Igbos and Yorubas, for example, quarrel so much and seemingly find it so difficult to unite politically is that they each keep on expecting the other, unconsciously, to be like them. To be the same end-product of colonialism. To be another version of themselves across the Niger. Especially politically. But since this is not the case, they CRITISIZE that which is different in the other. However only when they have have acknowledged and accepted not only the differences, but the fact that it is natural and complimentary to be different, will they – upon then understanding how to harmonise those differences – begin to see their vast Similarities too.

Despite being the victims of the same conditions all over Africa – corruption, mismanagement, abuse-of-power, and indiscipline – yet we find it difficult to form a strong fist to punch against these situations; and we don’t know why, although the answer is staring us in the face and we are living it everyday. We bunch ourselves into our ethnic groups and then say that tribalism is the problem. But tribalism is not the problem, because most people will always be true to their ethnic identity. It is natural. The problem is that the template for African Unity was created by non-Africans for economic purposes – today we call these templates “African Countries” and they are the member states of the so-called AU (formerly called OAU).

However we Africans need to create alternative theaters and templates of unification and conflict-resolution where the ORIGINAL African identities (today called ethnic groups or tribal families) can themselves work out the rules of engagement or disengagement. Then they can do away with Tribal or Ethnic BIAS. Denying this fact will change nothing, as the Realpolitik in Africa will nevertheless calmly continue to run along those lines and be powered by those forces. Thus, there needs to be a theatre and a dynamic where and whereby this reality can interact with itself and sort itself out.

That is what is still missing: an African self-made Inter-Ethnic OAU. An AU of the original ethnic families. Because the truth is this: the different constituent parts of it are already there. Look at Nigeria: Biafra, Arewa, Oduduwa, Bini Cosmos, Middle Belt. Some even extending naturally beyond the borders of Nigeria. They are all there, the true power blocs and centers of force; the true African identities of the Africans living there. Their FIRST socio-political and cultural identity. Nigeria is in this regard only their second identity. But as long as the first identities find no platform to engage according to homogeneity and share power equitably, the second identity will also know no peace and will remain unstable.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

INVISIBLE GARDEN

Creation is soft and beautiful. But it is also meticulous and thorough, such that in all its softness it is also very hard, merciless and adamantine. Because everything comes back.

And in all it’s beauty, it is also very terrible and gruesome and unsmiling, because EVERYTHING is absorbed, tended, grown, prepared, strengthened and returned back to its originator. It is beautiful perfection.

You feel it but you don‘t realise it. All the time.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

GLÜCKSMOMENTE

Ob eine Geschichte ein glückliches Ende hat oder nicht, hängt davon ab, wo man mit ihrer Erzählung aufhört.

Eine Episode vor dem glücklichen Ende und sie hat noch kein glückliches Ende gefunden. Eine Episode danach und das glückliche Ende ist fort und wieder das, was es war – nur ein weiteres Glücksmoment.

Wir leben von Glücksmoment zu Glücksmoment, wie ein Bergwanderer von Gipfel zu Gipfel lebt, und im Tal wachsen wir langsam zum Berg, ein Tal nach dem anderen.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

MITTEL ZUM MEHR

Manchmal blicke ich über
den Teich nach Hause
Mit Sehnsucht in mir
Nach Hause

Nein mit mehr als nur
Sehnsucht
Aber ich glaube, eben
Das ist Sehnsucht

Zwei Herzen beseelen
Ach meine Brust
Aus Lust wird Frust
Aus Frust wird Lust

Je mehr ich hier ankomme
Desto mehr
Fehlt mir ein Land südlich
Vom Mittelmeer.

Saftiges grün
Rote Erde
Akzeptanz
Pflicht es werde.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

SCHICHTDIENST

Armut in der Mittelschicht
Das Schmiermittel wird dünn
Wechselt die Farbe von rot zu grün
Das oben und unten reibungslos schlichtet

Unbezahlte Rechnung der Mittelschicht
Von unten wird nach oben gedrückt
Arm werden macht in der Tat verrückt
Und dann wird alles Reiche vernichtet.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung