DIFFERENT

To be vulnerable is to be honest.
To be honest is to be vulnerable.
To be different is to be vulnerable to be honest.
To be different is to be honest to be vulnerable.
It is a strange place to be everytime
No matter how many times you go there.
Each time it feels different.
It requires bravery everytime.
Even when you‘re familiar with it
Still you never get used to it.
Because it is different. Everytime.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

USING SELF-CONFIDENCE

The most powerful thing you can give people is confidence. Self-confidence. But some people, once they have it they turn around and use it against you, who awakened it in them.

Next time, you feel like leaving people wallowing in their pitiful inferiority complex.

But a part of you still goes ahead and keeps on strengthening people who need it everywhere you meet them. What they later do with this strength and self-confidence is their business.

You have done yours.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

Footsteps On The Sands Of Time

Kwame Ekwueme Chukwumerije 1975 – 1995

Kwame, you would have turned 47 today, but that dream died a long time ago. You didn‘t even quite make it out of teenage.
But, brother, your few poems have long made it unto the pages of our hearts for all eternity, like footsteps on the sands of time.

Available on Amazon:
Footsteps On The Sands Of Time: (Poems)
– by Kwame Ekwueme Chukwumerije

My Third Passion

Push yourself
That’s the best self-help
There is pleasure in release
Measure the mark and strike
It makes the blood run out disease
Warms the muscles
For the next days’ hustles
My thug passion is my third passion Working out my banger issues in the gym Controlled anger defuse
Rough dancing in my tough mansion
My thugz mansion

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
(Aka Teraka)

PIECES OF GROWTH

Time comes in pieces -
Pieces of days
Pieces of nights
Pieces of weeks, of months, of years

Eternity does not come all at once
Or we would not enjoy it

It comes in pieces of seconds
Of minutes
Of hours

Eternity comes in pieces of moments
Moments of depth and pain
Moments of joy and experiencing
Of learning and growing and gain.

- Che Chidi Chukwumerije

REFLECT BEFORE CELEBRATE

Why was I born? Why were you born?
Into this Earth.

My birthday always makes me think. This year more than ever, I don‘t know why. The questioning thought: Everything I‘ve done in the last 48yrs, have they in any way really fulfilled the reason WHY I WAS BORN? Or have I up until now, in a deep subtle way, just been wasting my time? For I was not born in order to celebrate that birth annually. Viewed logically, that‘s a senseless feedback loop – unless augmented, nay, superseded, by a PURPOSE – and the fulfilment of that purpose – of my birth into this earth.

49 years ago, I was not here. I was not a part of this daily hustle and bustle, getting into cars and busses, voting in elections, raising kids, being earthy and doing the earthly. So, where was I? And why did I come here? Where were you before you were born? And why did you come here?

Every year the certainty that I‘m closer to my earthly death, to my departure. I just feel it, so strongly. That reduced distance. It‘s not just a piece of general knowledge that we all have: Everybody dies one day. Yes we all know this. But it is more than this. It‘s also a solid emotional perception, a physical presence that comes closer, that you can feel when you close your eyes and pay attention.

My birthday makes me think, not just of birth, but also of death.

My brother, Kwame, aged 19, died on my 21st birthday. It was a few weeks before his own 20th birthday. The person closest to me. Why did he come? Did he or did he not fulfil the purpose of it? And then he was gone again. It‘s a date we share, in life and death.

Life existed before we were born into it. It was perfect, already. Before we were created, Creation was already formed and perfect. This realisation makes me think and there is no end to this reflection. Just a clear line of perception – an intuitive perception:

You are not without a reason and not without a purpose, unless you fail – consciously or unconsciously – to discover that reason and that purpose; and then to – deliberately or instinctively – fulfil that reason and that purpose.

It‘s a serious and thought-provoking business meeting your birthday again, and still not knowing why. Or knowing if you’re fulfilling why, as best as you can. Year after year.

I don‘t need to celebrate my birthday. I need to reflect upon it.

Reflect before celebrate.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
06. April 2022

Little Che – mid 1970s.

SURVIVAL SHOULD NEVER BE RACIALISED

Every global problem comes with special extra dimensions of evil for Black people.

Blacks being prevented from escaping war in Ukraine. Thrown out of busses and trains. Refused entry at the Ukraine-Poland border. Many of them students. Some of them women with children.

BUT everybody wants easy access to the minerals under African soil.

War brings out the Ugliness – and the Truth – in humanity.

I feel pain. Because you want to help others. But does anybody want to help you?

You want to show solidarity with others. But no one wants to show solidarity with you.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

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LOVE IS THE GOOD FIGHT

It‘s just a day like any other
Despite flowers, bub and ice cream
Unless you touch deeply another
Member of the human lonely hearts‘ team.

So, along the way:
Let your heart find an inner stream
On Valentine’s Day
Something so real it feels like a dream.

A Dream of another humanity
Justice, sharing and solidarity.
Love is the fight to banish animosity
And hatred, and usher in global unity.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije