ECCENTRICITY

So what on earth
Is really wrong
With being an eccentric?

Nature, when you rub it
Or bring opposite poles together
Becomes electric

Perception when it expands
And touches all sources
Becomes eclectic

People when you force them
Into an unnatural Framework
Become erratic

And almost every great Invention
Or new thought
Came from an eccentric.

So tell me…
What on earth could be wrong wrong
WIth being an eccentric?

Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

THAI BOXING

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Pain will take
The pain away
Pain is medicine
When I’m in pain

Punishing shins
Slowing me down
Punish me, shins
The way is shorter

When the hurt is hurter
Pain is pain’s
Brutal painkiller.

– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.

WRITE AND WRONG

Writing for the Readership
Instead of for yourself
Following the Leadership
Ignoring yourself

Where will it lead you to?
When you get there
Vice in the Guise of Virtue
And Loneliness austere
And Amnesia won’t still your Longing
Still searching for a Sense of Belonging.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

ALL OF IT

Bear with grace
Life’s every face
Truth is a buffet
Conscience is selective
I guess everyone is right
According to taste

You’ll always be someone else
To someone else
But the sum of your contradictions
Contradicts each one of them –
But bear with grace
Every face, life’s every phase.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

SECRETS AND MATURITY

The trauma of her upbringing
Shook her soul awake
Like a rough wind in a sudden spring
Rids bare branches of snow and brake

With a shock, with a shock, she thawed stood
A girl with the wisdom of womanhood.

What secrets does she hide inside
Behind her smile, behind her mask?
Her classmates many times have tried
But somehow just not dared to ask.

Whatever their sorrows, she holds their hands
And all can sense that she understands.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

TRUMPET

Seven seals locked Pandora’s box
But some clever mind surely
Was on hand to break me free
Now he’s running from me
I want you, baby. It’s redemption time

Outrun dawn? It’s time has come
Strip down and face the reggae trumpet
Natty dread rise again, too much hypocrisy
Sweet is the weight that falls off your shoulders
When you stop fearing to speak your mind.

– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.