BEGEGNUNG IM WALD

Der Wald sprach zu mir und ich war stumm, und folgte dem Ruf Schritt für Schritt, denn die Stimme, sie war mir vertraut. Ich schwöre, die Welt hatte sich in Schweigen ertrunken, denn alles, was ich hörte, war meine innere Stimme, Widerhall des Waldes Rufes. Mit jedem Tritt wuchs das Gras und teilten sich die Bäume. Langsam beschleunigte sich mein Herzklopfen. Ich wusste, jetzt kommt Magie, jetzt kommt Zauber. Doch als der letzte Baum hinter mir verschwand mit Wald und Welt, fand ich – am Ende meines Weges – aufschauend, nur mich selbst. Und ich habe mich seit dem nie wieder verloren.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

FOREVER IS A LAND OF GOODBYES

One of the most beautiful things
I have found
Is to be able to let go of the past
And move on –
But never forget the past.

I love every pain
Every joy
Every regret and remorse
Every parting and every loss
Every victory and every memory

For by the very act of going
They left something with me
That will live in me forever…
Forever is a land of goodbyes
And new beginnings.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

MEETING ORLANDO JULIUS

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Back in 2008 when I used to work partly in Nigeria, partly in Ghana and partly in Equatorial Guinea, the late great Sir Maliki Showman – the wonderful man who taught me how to play the saxophone (that’s a tale I’ll tell another day) – told me that if I ever had the chance , I should pay a visit to and say Hello to the pioneer of Afrobeat music and one of the greatest living Nigerian saxophonists of all time, Orlando Julius, who had at that time temporarily moved from Nigeria to the Ghanaian countryside, to a quiet village on the outskirts of Accra.

So one weekend in Accra, I chartered a Taxi and drove over, where I met the maestro himself, Orlando Julius Ekemode, and his incredibly gracious and beautiful wife and dancer, Latoya Aduke Ekemode. I have seldom experienced greater hospitality than they showered to me on that day. They took me as their son, we ate together, drank together and the great man regaled me with funny and touching and inspiring tales from the good old days of Nigerian music long before I was born – just like his friend Maliki Showman always used to do too.

Finally Orlando brought out his tenor sax and asked me to unpack mine which I had brought along. And after I showed him how far Sir Maliki had already brought me as at that time, Orlando Julius proceeded to lovingly show me new tricks on the Tenor sax and to expand my knowledge of the instrument and of African and Jazz music, like a father would. These are precious memories I‘ll never forget.

And last night, in Frankfurt, more than a decade later, and many years after the death of my friend and teacher Maliki Showman, it was such a joy for me to see Orlando Julius and his wife Latoya and his whole band again on stage, slamming out one great old hit after another. At 74 he is still going strong and the tunes are still as irresistible as ever.

To crown it all, they saw me in the crowd and they remembered. Latoya told the crowd how I had come to visit them in Ghana years ago. And then Orlando asked me to dance with them on stage. New precious memories. Great great people.

Highlife, Afrobeat, Funk, Jazz – they all originate from okdschool African Music… and Orlando Julius remains among the greatest of all time.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

HOLDING YOURSELF BACK

Holding yourself back because you think that by acting freely in the fullness of your power and ability, you might sin against the laws of God and bind yourself to the earth or even to the lower planes. Fear of sinning and falling makes you afraid to spread your wings and fly to the heights, afraid to do anything apart from what seems safely and totally within the sphere of activity of Light-seeking and Light-serving. Thereby you bottle up and suppress everything within you which could make you happy, and which is urging for expression through you and out of you. Thus you step out of yourself and begin to look at yourself as the enemy of your own Light-salvation. You consider yourself the enemy and fight against yourself. You thereby fight against everything that can help you develop to the fullest the fullness of what you could or should be and make you happy. You become a prisoner of self, someone who has enchained and imprisoned himself or herself by himself or herself.

This is a terrible condition of consciousness, because the only thing that can free the prisoner is a change of consciousness, a new thought, a new consideration about how to live one’s life, be one’s self and go one’s path. But JUST THIS VERY new thought cannot break through within the consciousness of the prisoner of self, because the very basis of this consciousness is the suppression of such a thought. This bound consciousness IS the living expression of the fear of this thought; it is the living expression of the urge to prevent just this very thought from breaking through from the depths of the sub-conscious and becoming the new consciousness, greater SELF-consciousness.

The only thing that can help one out of this condition is the severe Love of the Light, the Grace which reaches one upon the bridge of one’s longing for true living. This Grace however manifests usually not in indulgent divine caresses, ironically, but as a gridlock of painful experiences which drive one to the end of the self-chosen path, at which end-point one finds – instead of fulfillment, salvation, completion, paradise and joy – inner emptiness, despair, confusion, doubt and self-doubt, a sense of betrayal and the feeling of being even further away from one’s goal than at the start of the journey of the earnestly-meant striving. Desperation and futility seize one’s soul.

At this point, one stands before the opportunity to awaken into a new conviction, fructified by a new, higher, freer, truer thought. To let go of the fear born of indolence and vanity, of egotism: The self-seeking fear that wears the false countenance of humble selflessness.

You have to become honest – to yourself, about yourself. Honest to the world about yourself. Who you are. What you are. You have to free yourself of the fear of failing and, even more accurately, of being seen to fail – which is vanity. The ugliest fruit of this vanity, the deepest sin, is the inglorious ambition to impress God. And, in consequence, to impress those who one supposes to be God’s representatives on earth. This is not necessary, as it only distracts one from God’s true nature – the height of naturalness and authenticity itself. It separates one from the inner state, the condition of self-consciousness, needed to be in contact, via homogeneity, with Paradise.

It is better to be yourself. Your truest deepest realest self. Because Paradise is inside you.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

ALL WE SEE IS THE OUTSIDE

They say I was born rich
So nobody nobody nobody
Wipes my tears when I weep
Not my rich father
Nor my poor mother
Not my sister, not my brother
Not my society or any other
Only my own hands
Only my own hands
Gonna wipe my own tears
I’ve learnt my lesson
Gonna be my own person
Lordy, I’m gonna be my own person

They say I was born gifted
So nobody nobody nobody
Feeds me when I’m down and hungry
Not my father who doesn’t understand me
Nor my mother who overrates me
Not my sister, not my brother though they love me
But they’ll never never know me

If you want to know humanity
Look down when you’re up
And look up when you’re down
And pray
To never get caught in the middle
The middle pays for the poor’s pains
And the rich’s gains
And goes to bed empty-handed on an empty stomach
Hungry for work that really pays the needed holidays
I’ve learnt my lesson
Lordy, I’m gonna be my own person.

They say I was born poor
So I have no right to share in the fruits of others’ labour
I should use my own gifts
And I should be grateful for every little favor
Favour is the taste of their flavour
But a drowning man’s got no choice
Truth and irony – they are my voice
That’s why nobody understands us.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

EXERTION IS SELF-PRESERVATION

Sometimes you have to be humble
And accept help when you’re down
But sometimes you have to be proud
And reject help, and help yourself

The first will save you in an emergency
And steady you for one day
The second will prepare you for eternity
And save you from extinction

Adversity is the friend of development
Challenge is the wake up call of genius
Obstacles are the partner of survival
Life’s true wish is to awaken us

Our time in this world will end one day
Father Sun and Mother Earth
Were just a temporary bridge God built
To teach us how to walk.

Endless Aid is a silent Killer
It is worse than AIDS and worse than Ebola
If you want God’s help along the way
First you have to be walking upon the way

The way of search and of exertion
For exertion alone brings self-preservation
Not help, not aid, not running away
Because you can’t run away from yourself.

Humility and pride are not mutually exclusive
This pride is not the synonym of vanity
For when you become too proud to take it
You humble yourself and learn how to make it.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

NEW THINGS

Environmental and spatial beauty start with Art and Imagination. When you imagine it, draw it, design it and then outwardly build it after that image – then you suddenly have outwardly what you crave and imagine inwardly.

As simple as this may sound, this is the key to quantum leaps and to infinite development. This is the assurance that the boundaries of Genius will always be crossed and thus extended intermittently as long as we continue to march through Time. Space is flexible, and bendable to Imagination and Inspiration.

New Nations will always arise from time to time; and groups of people will receive new insights into outworkings of the fundamental thought, and find a new characteristic of Matter and of engineering space – that is, they will find an old fact but it will seem new to them because it will supercede the knowledge available to them in their era.

The abstract is the Petri dish of the concrete, imagination is the fertile breeding ground of reality. To kill a people, kill their imagination and make them into a nation of copycats. Praise them when they copy others, and give them prizes, awards and honors when they copy others very well. But when they attempt to be innovative, to produce new thoughts, to toy with new ideas, to experiment with new possibilities, then ridicule them.

When they choose not only to copy or be inspired by that which is trending, but to create that which is different and not (yet) popular, when they decide not to follow follow, but to open new paths, then ostracize them, mock them, sideline them, punish them and hurt their ego and do not finance them. At the very least, ignore them. Soon they will abandon the path of difficult authentic growth and blend into the game of joining the train and going anywhere the train is going, but never going their own way or birthing new things.

But if you want to uplift a people, then liberate their spirit. Because human was not made for the sabbath, but the sabbath was made for human. If time waits for no-one, then no-one should wait for time either. It is not imagination that should adjust itself to reality, but reality should bend to imagination in order to keep on elevating itself. Matter, at its highest, can still only be the cloak of spirit. As the spirit wills it, so the universe will execute it reciprocally upon the spirit. Unfortunately, even when the spirit is willing, still the flesh – the brain, the earthling in flesh and blood – is weak.

That’s why we fight wars, and seek to oppress, dominate and ostracize each other. That is the origin of racism, bigotry and extremism. This is the cause of the stagnation of human civilization despite all illusions of technological flight. Weakness. It has its origin not in strength, but in weakness; inner weakness. The inability to really imagine and intuitively perceive Paradise and then to build it on Earth.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

DIE GRENZE

An der Grenze wurde ich selten kontrolliert
Doch von den Augen und durch das Verhalten vieler
Werde ich täglich kontrolliert..

An der Grenze wurde ich nie zurück gewiesen
Doch durch die Blicke, die Worte und das Verhalten vieler
Werde ich täglich zurück gewiesen..

Aus dem Land wurde ich nie ausgeschlossen
Doch in dem System werden mir die Grenzen gesetzt.

Die Außengrenzen sind mitunter Schauplatz innenpolitischer Machtkämpfe –
Die wahre Grenze verläuft innerlich und unsichtbar –
Korrigierung: sie verläuft sichtbar.

Viele, die sich längst integriert haben
Oder sogar bereits integriert geboren wurden
Stehen noch an der Grenze und werden nicht hinein gelassen
Denn das Herz ist die einzig wahre Grenze.

Deutsch, das habe ich innerlich erlebt und begriffen, ist eine Art. Je nach freiem Willen artet es sich jedoch unterschiedlich aus. Daraus bilden sich zwei Gruppen: Die eine spürt den Deutschen in mir; die andere wird – so bald sie kann – auf allen Ebenen mich ausgrenzen.

Dennoch bleibe ich deutsch – auch wenn ich Afrikaner, Nigerianer, Igbo, im Ausland geboren bin, und unter anderem engagiert für die Entwicklung, den Frieden und die Verbesserung jenes angeblich so fremden Erdteils arbeite. Denn deutsch sein ist was anderes – ist anders sein. Ist eigen sein. Ist deutsch sein eben. Entweder bist Du es oder Du bist es nicht. Aber deutsch sein ohne Mensch sein – das geht nicht. Das geht nicht mehr. Auch das ist deutsch sein – danach strebten die Gründer unseres Geistes. Für dessen Aufrechterhaltung und Weiterentwicklung tragen wir alle Verantwortung.

Mich kann niemand ausgrenzen; ich bin einer unter uns und ruhe in mir – und werde daran zugrunde gehen, ich weiß. Denn ich schwarz. Und das obwohl ich deutsch. Komisch.

Aber es macht nichts, denn in unzähligen Herzen bin ich für immer Zuhause. Ich, Mensch.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

SUBTLE AND HIDDEN

The real evil is always on a finer level that can often not be directly captured with words. It is what it triggers that confronts us and we can confront, not it itself. The same with the real good. Many times we are trapped in a fruitless struggle against surface-level semantics, unable to enter into a context that can avail us with the possibility of combating the true evil content itself in its origin. Be it a person, a volition, a system or a trend, the character of the material world forces us to fight out the battle on a proxy inaccurate topic-plane, unable to reach the real evil, unable to manifest the real good.
It is the way of the world of matter: to bring good and evil together and yet, ironically, keep them far apart.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

CHERISHED TIMES

The end is always hard.
Who can part
With the scene of his true living?
We spend our lives dying –
If ever we did anywhere anytime
For a moment live,
Who can with this moment part
From this scene depart
Without a tear?

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije