Think of forgiveness Like a flower thinks of the sun With gratitude nonetheless For a story time once upon For pain is the power to bless Forevermore for if ever done Let anguish be my shorn redress Torn away, for Done! is foregone Revenge and mercy both make a mess But mercy makes the earthier one. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Of Relationships
BADLY
I‘m hurting so badly It’s driving me mad And making me sad I’ll take the bend gladly. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
YESTERDAY’S FLOWERS
My memories, are they mine?
Whose Definitions do definitions define?
How many sides has a line?
Grape juice is drunk, but not on wine.
My memories, are they mine?
They are my memories of you,
So what are they? If I asked you
Then I‘d be asking the you of today –
I’d much rather ask the you of yesterday,
The you in my memories of you.
But is that, or was that ever, the real you
Or is it just my memory of you?
My memories of you, are they yours?
Or are they mine? Or are they ours?
Yesterday’s flowers bloom on in me and you.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
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)
ONE FRIEND
If a true friend is gold, are they poor that have no friends? Or rich by default, for peace of mind is also the lot of the lonely who is spared the irony of the laughter and companionship of false friends?
How often have we met with a friend and parted from a stranger a short while later? In these days of sad revolutions and mixed allegations, of spying and cyber double lives, of migration without integration, of hospitality without sincerity, of religious justice without religious love, of racial regrouping, gender re-evaluation, and social hardening, and of eternal unchanging vices; if you have one friend, just one friend, one true friend, then you have something more precious than silver and gold.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
ONLY THE TRUE
Never tell people who you really are:
If they’re deep enough, they’ll find out by themselves.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
ALREADY
The person who outwardly leaves you today
Already inwardly left you yesterday.
And the person who outwardly comes to you today
Already inwardly came to you yesterday.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
BONDING
You know those walks we took
Down untarred streets and red
And brown was sand and book by book
We discussed all we’d read
You know those suns that set
As quietly we’d gaze
With hearts that knew to not forget
The orange tempered rays
You know those thoughts we thought
And knew not their origin
Yet marvelled side by side at what
Hearts bonded could be given
Nations will rise and fall
Sages will come and go
But Friendship will outlast them all
Through you, this I now know.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
HANDS
Hands that grasped together
The bonds that heal and hold
And spun together warm threads
Into blanket against cold
And together formed fists that struck
At foes, firmly and bold
Hands that aged together, lined by
Love that never grew old.
– che chidi chukwumerije.
Six Word Story: LUCK
And then there she was, again.
– che chidi chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 