Sorrow made you Dance
Laughter too
Worry made your heart beat
So did Love
Even Anger, even Hatred, and Fear
Made you move, you danced along
To Surprise, Curiousity, Longing for more
The Loneliness Shuffle, Regret backslides
Even Forgiveness has an ironic Twist to it
Because who really forgets?
Life the musician is not superficial
Live Music not artificial
Life makes Mature Music for
Old and Young maturing Spirits.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
The trees speak to me
And tell me their Story
Some are planted first
For their growth will be long
And their fruits will come last
To feed the weakening strong
Who have made it to the end
Some flower early
To awaken in the young
The thirst for song, and in
The old the memory of beauty
As a birth gift for the Beyond
Some will be the fruit-bearers
In the middle of time
So that along the journey
Nature will take care of every
Wanderer, every Wonderer, every Seeker
The human life is spread out
Into stages and phases and types of natures
In every one you will find a helper
A teacher and a friend
This is love
Every Tree too has a Helper
Invisible to you and me
But this is love –
God leaves no one to struggle
Without giving him or her – or it – a helper too
For those whose leaves never drop
For those whose leaves drop and grow again
For those who stand straight
For those who bend in the wind
For those who grow unannounced, lonesome and rare
For those who meet me everywhere
I say Thank You.
The trees speak to me
And tell me their Story:
Now that you’ve tasted of the tree
Of the knowledge of good and evil
It is time for you to taste the fruit
Of the tree of life.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
When I was a little boy – 6 or 7 – I watched a film on the Holocaust, in the sitting room with my parents. One question nagged at me then: why did they follow so quietly and obediently to their own deaths? Why did they not resist?
That question has since then detached itself from that film and that story and has followed me everywhere in life to this day, in many forms and contexts. In truth it was not a question – it was a Resolution.
Always resist.
Never give up, unjustly, what belongs to you, and is valuable to you, without a fight. It’s either you win, or you lose with pride.
All that’s left is for you to decide what your valuable possessions are.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Often, on new year’s day
I said: new life
But today I feel it.
Often I had new year’s resolutions
But this year I feel them
Already I live them
For the first time in my life.
It took all of 43 years to get here
And decades of resolutions.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Flower needs earth
Or water
Or tree
Flower needs something
To grow on.
Flower without base
Is an idea without implementation.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
I was at the ruins of Eppstein Castle last Sunday, shooting the Music Video for “Alien You‘re My Baby“
Coming soon.
2.
Sax solo
3.
Your rhythm, My rhythm, your Rhythm
My Rhythm, your Rhythm, My Rhythm
Your Rhythm, My Rhythm, your Rhythm…
4.
Beautiful alien
And when You’re hurting
It hurts me deeply
And it just makes me feel so human… ahaha…
Alien, You’re My Baby
5.
Sax solo
6.
My Rhythm, your Rhythm, My Rhythm
Your Rhythm, My Rhythm, your Rhythm
My Rhythm, your Rhythm, My Rhythm
7.
Sax solo
8.
Alien, You’re My Baby Girl
Alien, You’re My Baby Girl
Alien, You’re My Baby Girl
Alien, You’re My Baby, My Baby…
9.
Repeat
10.
Sax Exit
With adlib
Hedabedabe..
Hedabedachapechapedaba…
11.
Repeat
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Wow. Who would have thought?… it’s 5 years already.
I started this blog with the intention of posting a poem a day for a whole year – and I did that thtoughout 2013.
I wonder if I should do it again in 2018… 🙂
There is still so much to draw from
So much love
It becomes easy if
You don’t pair it with Ambition.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
The theory that some people are good and some people are bad; some people are dependable and some people are unreliable; some people are weak and some people are strong; etc, – is false.
The proper recognition is that you are dependable to some people and unreliable to others; some people experience your good side, some suffer your bad side. In some situations you are strong, and in some situations you are weak.
You are full of theories, but in reality you are just a bunch of modes, like your mother nature herself.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
There came a time in my life when I prayed to die. Not because I had no food to eat, but because I had no gratitude with which to eat the food. Not because I had no bed on which to rest, but because I had no rest to place upon the bed. Not because I had no one to talk to, but because I had no friendliness to offer. Not because I loved death, but because I hated life.
Then I met a journeyman inside my soul, full of humility, laughter and ordinariness. And of the boisterous acceptance of the reality of things.
I am still trying to fathom this journeyman, to understand who he is; to come to grips with the simple realities of everyday life, like everyone else also does, none of whom is less weary of the toil than I am.
To become a man, Nigerians say, is not the job of one day. It requires time. Think I not that only I long for Home – every other Wanderer does so as well. Every.
Mayhaps if we made the Earth a better place, the journey would not be so unbearable afterall. Or what sayest thou?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 