IF YOU WANT TO KNOW

If you want to know if people love you,
strip yourself of all lustre, rizz and fanfare,
like the trees shed their leaves in autumn,
so naturalness lays the human heart bare.

If you want to know if people accept you,
be yourself right from the very start,
not from the middle and not at the end,
your truth will expose the truth in their heart.

If you want to be free of pressure in your life,
tell people your truth as early as you can;
once they know and accept you as you are,
you can then live freely as your own human.

If you want to know how you really are,
remove your mask and exhibit your true self.
From people’s reactions over time you will honestly know
whether to change, or to continue to be, yourself.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

Poems from the inner river

SUPERIORITY COMPLEX

Superiority complex
Is inferiority complex
Think about it

Someone constantly trying to outdo you
Means they feel constantly outdone by you
Attempted demonstration of superiority

Over you
Is an indication of feelings of inferiority
Towards you.

When it happens on an individual level
It is a curse
But when it happens on a group level
It is even worse

It is a revelation of the collation
of emptiness and of pettiness
in the norm of human form.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

Poems from the inner river

TARGETING THE VULNERABLE

They that came to remark
the lines of destiny on our palms
are still pulling the discords
of smiles armed with sticky alms
groping the vulnerable.

They are legion. Their allegiance
is with history and vision
It is seasoned with wry reason
when they call aid a mission
targeting the vulnerable.

The enmity is below the thought-line
It is a volition seeded in culture
Only one Dove visits in Love
Every other dove is a vulture
encircling the vulnerable.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

Poems from the inner river

NO HOLDING BACK

Do your poem
Like you do your woman
Like you do your man

Strong and Tender
Deep and Intense
Lovingly dismember
In the present tense

No holding back
Do your poem
Like you do them
That love you back.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

NO MATTER

No matter
How many times I get used,
I still can never get used
To getting used.

No matter how often
Fake people take a liking
To me, I never take a liking
To their liking.

No matter
How often I be in love,
I will never fall in love
While standing in love.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

Poems from the inner river

HEART OF GOLD

There is a part
of your world -
Inside your heart -
It is Gold.

Beware of the gold-diggers
Beware of the prospectors
Remember Ghana or the Incas
Protect the gold inside your heart.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

Poems from the inner river

WHY?

I cannot handle lies
like hot mounds of yam on a plate
smoking squinted eyes
thoughtfully tonguing open the gate
of questioning Whys
where Truth comes never or too late
to hear my heart’s cries.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

Poems from the inner river

HOLIDAY IMAGES FROM AFRICA

Why is it that many White people, when they go to Africa, one of the points on their checklist is to go to an orphanage or a Hospital or a village school and take pictures of themselves carrying little Black children and surrounded by little African children?

If I were to come to Europe and go to an orphanage or a hospital or a village school and take and post on social media pictures of myself carrying and surrounded by little White children to whom I have no close personal connection and whose parents or guardians don‘t even know me, I would be accused of many things.

Please, White people, stop instrumentalising Black African children for the purpose of your hypocritical self-staging as supposedly benevolent world saviours. Robbing them of their privacy and dignity, objectifying them, and using them as moral ornaments with which to decorate your souls on social media. They are human beings, they are minors, and they are somebody’s children and wards.

Even if you want to donate to an orphanage or help the under-privileged, you have no right to use it as an opportunity for a foto op and PR session. I’m sure some of you also donate anonymously to orphanages in Europe and America, but you don’t afterwards troop there to pose for pictures with the children to whose welfare you are contributing. You sense, and quite rightly so, that it would be undignifying towards those children. And undignifying towards you yourselves too. Well, the same applies to Black and African children too! And the same applies with regards to them.

Please stop using them as background deco and surround sound for the accolade-seeking self-images you wish to bring back with you from Africa as your holiday trophies.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije