If I don’t win these elections
I will burn down this country
Well I think if you win
You will burn it down even faster
Some people don’t shout any more
They let the bombs speak for them
Some people don’t threaten any more
They let the kidnapped girls be their message
These are those days again
When fear paralyses the strong
And empowers the weak.
And then they won
And it was business as usual
As usual.
Fool us twice, shame on us.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
How many will survive when the drones
Say Hello
When a young lady, barely out of
School, is fingering somewhere a hidden button
And a closed-minded kid, for whom
The world is a distant myth
Sits for ours masturbating a joystick?
Their message is a drone
Their package death faster than the
Speed of sound –
How many will survive when the mad
Men on the other side also get their hands
On the deadly secrets of death?
How many will survive to teach tomorrow?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
There is a lonely patch of plateau
Hidden away on the mountain highs
Behind the windstrong oaks
Betwixt twin peaks
It is where we parked peace, away
From sight
A sore spot in our memory.
Like a dark crack between two Valleys
Ass cheeks you burn to scratch
The world’s buttocks hidden away too
Is shifting restively restlessly because
There is an itch down there, a mad itch
And its name is war.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
I want the lines of your palms
Written in my diary
My future lives
As though they were already past
My days numbered
My deeds counted
And when I scoop your two palms to my face
Inhale your peroxide breath
Exhale my soul, blue kiss
Your eyes, too round full moons
Have dawned on me with undisguised thoughts
Warning me:
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Meine jede Sünde
Legte ich Dir auf die Zunge
Und du labtest dich wie mit Saft
Und ich wurde dir treu
Und ergeben
Dann schlossest du mir
Die Schatztruhe deiner
Geheimen Erinnerungen auf…
Und ich erstarrte vor Schreck und Schmerz und Liebe
Und meine Lust war befriedigt.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
They said, you’re silent, and when you speak, you don’t speak of the things we know you know, the things you once spoke about. You don’t preach, you don’t teach, you don’t educate, elucidate or inform.
I said I have seen it all and it’s all an illusion. Never follow high-sounding words; they always hide a lie somewhere. All I want is just to be happy.
And I said, keep searching and searching until you find the hypocrite within you; and when you have looked each other in the eye, you will learn to recognize him or her also in the people, the words and the works around you. It’s very easy to be deep and profound. It’s much more difficult to be honestly imperfect.
If you want to be happy, you can’t skip the first step. It is also the last step: honest imperfection. Leave the wise words to the teachers. You, just be happy. That’s the only thing left that I still honestly care about. The rest is just a waste of precious time at best, deception of self and others at worst.
A funny thing happened: this morning I heard a saxophone playing and it gave me more than all the wise moving words in this world ever could or did. It sang the melody of all my sins, all my hopes, all my regrets, all my joys, all the humanity within me; and in the end I knew, it is true: the inner voice is the real you.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Conscience = con science = with knowledge
In your conscience
You know
The difference between
Right and wrong.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Brave fool
You spoke the truth
Now it’s fallen off your shoulder
Breathe easy
When you look into the distance
Your eyes aren’t distracted by your thoughts
You see the observant trees
The bird minding its business
For your conscience is clear
Heavy is the hand that holds the knife
That strikes you down
Heavy is not thine heart. It is light.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
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Doch die Luft brennt!
Wie eine unscheinbare Frau, die dir
Eine unvergessliche Nacht beschert
Du musst nicht der Beste sein
Du musst es nur mit Herz und Wahrheit tun
Und du reißt alle mit.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Holding on to peace dream
While staring down
The barrel of a gun!
Staring down the gun!
The gun is trembling with fear
How many bullets are needed
To shoot down peace?
The gun bucks!
The clock stops!
Peace is my song.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 