ERNTEDANK

Einer jener Momente
Wo ich einfach nur dankbar sein will
Mein Leben, Du bist mein Feld
Ich pflanze Tränen und pflücke Lächeln
Streue Einsamkeit und sammle Gesellschaft ein
Und zwar der echten Art
Innerer Verbundenheit
Ich beerdige meine Vergangenheit
Und Du schenkst mir eine Zukunft
Mein Leben, mein Feld, Du
Nimmst auf meine Verzweiflung und ich
Ernte Hoffnung hell wie der wahre Sonn-Tag.
Danke für den Regen und die Sonne
Und alle Helfer und den Schöpfer
Und das Geschenk des Lebens
Und des Innenlebens.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

RÜCKKEHR DER DIKTATOREN

Vor lauter Gestalt
Wo bist Du, Inhalt?
Sollen wir jetzt Angst haben
Da die Diktatoren weltweit
Wie dunkle Wolken am Himmel
Sich zusammenziehen und verbünden?
Vor lauter unlauterer Gestalt
Inhalt, wo bleibst Du, Inhalt?

Als wir jünger waren und leichtgläubig
Waren wir alle blauäugig und blind
Durchschauten nichts, sahen nicht
Die kommende Trennung nach Gestalt
Des gehaltsschweren leeren Inhalts.
Sollen wir jetzt Angst haben
Da die Diktatoren sich gefunden haben?
Wen werden sie schützen? Wen vernichten?
Vor lauter Gestalt – – Wo bleibt Inhalt?

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

AFRICAN OPPRESSORS

The ironic tragedy about Africa is that foreign oppressors got replaced by African oppressors. An oppressive system needs an oppressor to run it, it is designed to be run by oppressors, and only oppressors can successfully run it.

The colonies were oppressive systems created by foreign interests to exploit the nature, the resources, the people and the dynamics within Africa. To successfully do this, they had to create or midwife or empower an intermediate class of African oppressors to be their remote controlled agents of oppression. In some cases they subjugated and then used already existent mini-powers of local imperialism existent on parts of the continent. Together with the new ones they groomed, using the divide and rule strategy, they created a comprehensive across-board layer and class of all-too-willing African oppressors.

At “independence”, underneath all the chaos that came afterwards, this class of African oppressors remained conscious, self-aware, ruthless and bent on replacing their masters; and eventually the leadership of these oppressive systems cynically called “African countries” were taken over by this class of African oppressors. In situations where a really freedom-minded African managed to be the first post-colonial African leader of these post-colonial entities – like Kwame Nkrumah in Ghana or Patrice Lumumbah in Congo – they were quickly and easily killed or ejected by that same class of African oppressors under the guidance and with the support of the foreign oppressors and imperialists. They secured thereby their agents of neo-colonialism and eventual recolonisation. Even until today, anytime non-oppressive personalities or tendencies seek to manifest in the leadership strata of Africa, this class of African oppressors frustrate them or eliminate them.

This is generally the situation that has reigned in Africa until today. Originally sovereign indigenous African peoples and nationalities were conquered, de-sovereignised, broken up and dispossessed. In their place, new territories of foreign authority were drawn up by the foreign imperialists, with new borders, new laws, new governments, new structures, new raison d’etre, new system of thought and of operation – all geared towards the imperialistic Exploitation of Africa. The education of Africans henceforth also was geared towards the production of the different levels of servants required to fulfil this uncivil servitude. The originally de-sovereignised African states have never again got back their Sovereignty even until today.

After the 2nd World War, when the political wind of change reduced support for a system of “colonialism” and “imperialism”, this was a temporary blow to fascism worldwide and forced a withdrawal from the visible driving seats of their colonial empires. However, the oppression-continuums they created remained in place. And their position was simply taken over by the very class of African oppressors whom they had either midwifed and empowered, or whose formation they had not prevented but had deliberately instrumentalised. And they are still with us today.

That class of African oppressors – and, more importantly, that philosophy of African oppressors – is still with us today, generationally and sequentially reinforcing itself at the helm of affairs in these colonially designed systems of oppression cynically still being called “African” countries today. Neither military rule nor democracy, neither communism-socialism nor capitalism, Islamic nor Christian fervour have changed or eliminated this nefarious class of African oppressors nor can do so by themselves. The problem is in the very soul of this system of thought, it springs from Greed, Avarice and Selfishness. Greed for material wealth and comfort, military power and political authority. The desire to play god.

Only the People themselves, the Masses, can do away with theses classes of African oppressors. Only when the people unite, become adequately conscious, and are resolved, can they destroy and banish this class of African oppressors forever. Thereafter, however, the people will need to go into themselves, into their own hearts and minds, into their own newly emerging systems, and ENSURE that that same philosophy of the erstwhile African Oppressors has not taken root in the masses too and reproduced itself in new emergent systems and nations or in old or presently existent sanitised nations. If we want a break from the past, then we have to change from the ways of the past.

Until we do away with this class of African oppressors and their way of thinking as well as change the very internal structure and logic of these Trojan horses left behind at “Independence”, i.e. until African countries are properly internally restructured – either gradually through the progressive efforts of a succession of non-oppressor leaders, or through radical changes in constitutions – Africa will continue to be the last great bastion of fascism on Earth which it is today.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

VERSÖHNUNG

Der ganze Tag war heute Abend;
In der Früh schaute ich um,
Stumm. Herz und Welt, beide stumm.
Zu Mittag blickte ich hoch,
Der heutige Tag fehlte immer noch.
Spät am Nachmittag öffnete ich mich,
Nichts reimte sich einfach auf mich
Weil heute von Anfang an
Immer Abend war, geduldig wartend –
Wie Frau auf den mutig gewordenen Mann
Harrte Heute die ganze Zeit auf heute Abend;

Auf diesen wunden Moment
Du und ich in unserem zarten Element
Bereit, zu beseitigen gesterns Argument.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

BOYS TO MEN

The older I get,
The more I miss my father.
The more knowing I grow,
The more I miss him.
The more I know him.
The more I understand him.
We live life forwards,
But understand life backwards.
When it‘s too late to change anything,
That’s when we understand everything.
The young shall grow.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
(I just feel like remembering today)

JENSEITS DER GEDANKEN

Deine Gedanken waren
Dir mal fremd
Fremde Gedanken scharen
Sich um Dich –

Schickst Du einen fassbaren
Gedanken Samen aus
Halten sie sich fest und fahren
In Dich ein

Ungehört doch gespürt garen
Sie in Dir
Nehmen Einfluss auf Dein Gebaren
Und weiteres Denken.

Hör auf Dein Herz und Gewissen, Mensch
Tiefer, auf Dein geistiges Lichtempfinden –
Nicht alle Gedanken sind blind zu folgen.
Versuch, die Innere Stimme mit einzubinden.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

SPÄTLING

Spürst Du
Wie ich – auch –
Das langsame karg
Und immer kärger Werden
Unserer zweiten Haut?

Kaum finden die zitternden
Strahlen des Tagesmondes Raum
Sich auf einer bunten Baumkrone auszuruhn
Morgens, erfriert unser Lächeln wieder
Bevor es überhaupt auftaut.

Spürst Du
Wie ich – auch –
Wie Mutter sich zurück zieht
In die Arme ihres unsichtbaren
Liebhabers, folgsam und gehorsam?

Der Spätling ist
Jedes Jahr zäh und zart
Immer wieder hart und weich
Jedes Jahr bunt, wechselhaft und grau
Und immer immer seltsam.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

NEEDED: QUANTUM LEAP IN OUR LIFETIME

Nigeria IS a Crisis.

It‘s been almost 50 years since the civil war ended; … and today someone was dejectedly complaining of being without electricity for 24 hours straight – and of just feeling as if she was still in the civil war devasted Biafra zone where everything broke down under the onslaught of war. Sitting in the dark. Feeling unsafe. Not knowing when the Danger will manifest. But you know it’s out there, coming at you, waiting for you. Nervous about the present and the future. All you have is just your resolve to survive, and the depressing certainty that the difficulties are far from over. You struggle to find hope. Only the super rich can afford a more or less uninterrupted self-supply of the basic necessities. Normalcy becomes a luxury. But this is not Biafra 1969. This is Nigeria 2019. On the day on which you should celebrate in exhilaration, you just feel miserable as you see the state of your country.

Almost 50 years after the Civil War. From Gowon to Murtala to Obasanjo to Shagari to Buhari to Babangida to Shonekan to Abacha to Abdulsalami back to Obasanjo on to Yar‘adua on to Jonathan … back to Buhari. It‘s like we have just gone round in a vicious circle back to darkness and hopelessness and sadness. On Independence Day, on Nigeria‘s 59th Independence Day – and in fact a full 121 years after street lights were first installed in Nigeria – millions of people in Nigerian towns and Nigerian villages are sitting in darkness in their homes on Independence Day 2019. This is Nigeria‘s sad and shameful report card.

People, we need a QUANTUM LEAP forward. But this is the question: Who will trigger it? Who will chaperone and manage it? Who will deliver and anchor it, and safeguard it and programme it with the software of the internal logic of self-perpetuation, so that it will keep on leaping forward henceforth? The people who created Nigeria did not design it for the people who live in Nigeria today. We were not on their minds. Nigeria was designed to function as a Colony, not as a self-governing Entity. At so-called Independence in 1960, the White leadership of that Colony was simply replaced by Black leadership. But a Colony by nature it remained and still remains until today.

And because Nigeria, at its heart, in its design, in its internal logic, and in its set-up, is still a Colony and is still wired like a Colony, it thus lends itself most easily to be conquered by and to be subservient to imperial leadership, to ANY imperial Leadership. And that is why any tribe or clique or gang or cabal that is versed and experienced in the ways of Imperialism will always find it easy – both in military and in civilian times – to work their way into the center of government and snatch the power and keep it to themselves, and there will be no mechanisms or dynamics or institutions in place to stop them from doing this. Even Democracy by itself will not stop them. Because Nigeria was designed for just this purpose: to be ruled by an Imperialist. The foundational nature of the animal itself, Nigeria, is that it was designed not to be a free King in the jungle, but to be the broken, driven, crazed and manipulated servant of an Imperator. Always remember this. This will explain to you why power, real power, always keeps returning to or remaining with a certain type of people. This is the DNA of Nigeria. Imperialists understand this. Republicans don‘t.

Until this system is broken up, a new kind of nation-being will not break through from our midst. A new kind of leadership will find no space to emerge. A new philosophy of followership will not be able to manifest itself. The united upbuilding will not take place. We all feel the right way things should be done – but the system just keeps on sabotaging every new attempt to correct Nigeria.

How much longer can Nigeria bear the weight of this chain? The World is galloping ahead. And one day the difference between where Nigeria is and where Nigeria should be, will tear Nigeria apart. If it ever comes to that, which would be the worst catastrophe that would have ever hit Africa, then, from the broken parts left behind, Biafra will strive again to rise again out of the darkness into which war once plunged her, rise again, rise up like the Rising Sun.

And I bet you, others will do the same too. Unless Nigeria can make that Quantum Leap, in our lifetime, away from the imperialism-prone colony-at-heart country she still is, and restructure herself into a balanced continuum that liberates her peoples’ internal powers of invention, organisation, self-correction and equal-footed association which can propel her forward. Forward into that future that is about to leave us behind.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

WELTSICHT

Pangaea sprach
Aus
Bewunderung brach
Aus
Die Rundwanderung
Um die Runde Erde
Krachte in sich zusammen
Kontinenten mit Ecken
Und Kanten
Uralte Bekannten
Mit fremden Augen
Die Welt sehen
Menschen übersehen.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

TRENNUNG

Heute morgen. Sitzend im Friedhof
Ich frage mich: was ist leben?
Draußen war in und um mir alles tot
Hier fühle ich mich lebendig

Hier wo Knochen und Eitelkeit
Begraben nebeneinander weiter sterben
Kein Streben nach Ruhm macht
Den Sterblichen wieder unsterblich

Nirgends ist leben spürbarer als hier
Wo keiner liegt und nicht in Frieden
Selbst der Tod hält sich fest am Leben
Höflich, wachsam, grün und friedlich

In der Stille tief ist Schönheit
In den Gedanken der Hinterbliebenen
Selbst inzwischen auch abgeschieden
Unter ihren eigenen Blumen liegen.

Das Schönste an einem Gedicht
Nicht der Anfang, sondern sein Enden
Plötzlich, bestimmt, ist es geboren und
Befreit sich von seinem Dichter endlich.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

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