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)
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.
Never tell people who you really are:
If they’re deep enough, they’ll find out by themselves.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
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.
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 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.
– che chidi chukwumerije.
When the woman goes away from the home
The home goes away with the woman
And then the home goes away from the woman too
And returns to the home
Remember this before you go away, my dear
The home will return to you
Because you are you
The home
Anchor the boat to your heart
And then float away with me
And I will follow you home, dear sweet baby
I will follow you home
Remember this before you go away
I will follow you home
A poet is born somewhere tonight
I will follow you home.
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che chidi chukwumerije
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The punishment for being brave
Is having nothing to do
But be brave –
A tidal wave is rising in my soul.
The reward for being brave
Is having to do nothing
But be brave –
A tidal wave is crashing in my soul.
She warmed her cold tongue with
The flaming words of a passionate poet and
Lashed a gutter of decadent lava on
My soul.
Yet I told her still the truth
Again and again and again
And again and again, again
And again.
– che chidi chukwumerije
She loved him
Not because he was
Something out of the ordinary
But because he was so ordinary
He touched and massaged the ordinary
In her.
She loved him
Not because he amongst all human beings
Stood the most out
But because he was concealed in the crowd
Offered her the quiet refuge
In which she could peacefully shelter herself
In him.
She had a deep need to love somebody
That was why she loved him
For no other reason
Than that he could be quietly loved
In a world of their own, far
From the looking crowd
He was the answer to her quiet prayer.
She let out a long, deep sigh
It sounded like a moan
A deep-throated groan
Accompanied by breathlessly running tears
And the unquantifiably precious feeling
Of satisfaction
Relief
And held him in her arms
Held him tightly, loosely, in her heart
Dear him.
He swallowed, moved to the core
And loved her back
What he had always yearned for
All his life.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 