TRAYVON

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You’re walking on water
Don’t think it is land
The tide is about to turn
Your feet into sand

Signals sent out over the earth
Kill them before they grow
There is a protection Claws in our justice
For a darker tomorrow

Subliminal messages
Password more valid than passport
What is the colour of love?
Blindness is just in court

Mankind will destroy humanity
And claim to be its saviour
And cunning will mask hatred
And none shalt love thy neighbour.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

In Memory.

LESSONS FROM MY FATHER

1. Don’t be afraid to be on the losing side

2. Believe in yourself

3. Identify a cause you would be proud to die for – and then live for it

4. Exercise

5. Avoid the things that harm your body

6. Be on good terms with your family members

7. Know where you come from, and maintain a close relationship with it

8. Think strategically

9. Create opportunities for those less priviledged than yourself

10. Reflect on your path and change it, if need be

11. Think about Africa, for the danger is not yet over

12. Get an education

13. Work extra hard

14. Cultivate a relationship with GOD. He is.

15. Don’t be blindly tribalistic or racial. Look for the truth, and give your loyalty to It alone

16. Serve causes, not people

17. Be fearless

18. Be disciplined, and persevere

19. Be honest and straightforward, and follow the path of integrity

20. Have faith, and believe in miracles – there’ll be help along the way

21. Earn your own money, pay your own bills

22. If you have children, give them your all

23. If you get married, do your best to keep it happy

24. Strive for Excellence

25. Be at home within your own self.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
In loving Memory of my father, Comrade Uche Chukwumerije 1939-2015.

LIKE A CLOUD WATCHES A RAIN DROP FALL

Like a cloud watches a rain drop fall
An archer a misguided arrow reject recall
A mountain an avalanche gather and roll
A doctor a young departing soul
An old woman the memory of early innocent flirt
A tailor a beloved yarn vanish into a shirt
So I remember tonight all those I ever hurt –
Growing up is life’s only comfort.

– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.

MOTHER

Happy 70th Birthday to my dear

MOTHER

If heaven were but a grain
Of those arms on which I was once lain
And only a mere faint echo
Of that inspiration which has become my life-long shadow
Then claim me kiss of death
That upon your hearth
Mother Again will be my first breath
And I’ll never crave rebirth.

It is between Scylla and Charibdis
For me to start to describe what it is
To eternity in the warmth of a bossom
And the gentle resourcefulness of a flower in blossom
So comforting and caring
So loving and true
This comes straight from my heart:
Mother, I love you.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
1990.

I wrote this poem for my mother when I was 16. Today, almost three decades later, the words still hold true.

HAPPY 70th BIRTHDAY, MUM.

MUSICIANS

When the sadness
Coloured the smile
Of the musician’s sunshine
I saw that his joy
Had just got deeper
And the unshed tears
Longing in his eyes
Were less bitter
Than they were bittersweet
To my ears
Music to my heart
Water to my soul – his sorrow
Became the joy of my spirit flame.
That was when I saw him smile
That broke my heart.

– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.