DER HERBST REGT SICH

Herr Herbst
Wie ein Raubritter
Stehlt uns langsam das Sommergrün
Überlässt schleichend uns Laubglitzer
Wo bunte Strahlen kalt glühn
Auf Ästen nackt grau bitter
Und herb.

Morgendlicher Herbstregen
Wie ein graublaues Staubgitter
Herbst noch nicht ganz
Sommer nicht mehr, Urlaubzwitter
Zwischen Schlaf und Tanz
Das Gemüt gewöhnt sich, taub, zitternd
Wieder an Herrn Herbst.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

KLEINE KUNST

Der Ton macht die Musik
Die Absicht macht den Unterschied
Zwischen richtig und richtig
Falsch ist immer falsch, auch wenn richtig
Die große Kunst liegt in kleiner Kunst
Schönheit täglich der Schönheit wegen
Und Alles Gute unterstützen

Ich liebe die Rose
Die zornig in der Wüste den Himmel liebt
Ich bewundere die Obdachlose
Die in Frieden mit sich selbst wohnt
Und stolz bei sich ruht
Während die anderen unruhig an ihr vorbei hasten
Überbelastet mit Haben ohne Sein

Wie sehr gönne ich ihr ein Dach
Über ihrer Dornenkrone
Und ein Schloß um ihren Stolz.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

DIE ANGST VOR AUSEINANDERSETZUNGEN

Mutig ist der Krieger, der vor dem Krieg
Bereits seine sichere Niederlage sieht
Und dennoch ungetrübt in den Krieg zieht
Gefüllt von einem höheren Begriff von Sieg
Und Niederlage

Krieg des Niederen ist gegen den Anderen
Krieg des Höheren gegen sich selbst
Beweine nicht die Niederlage gegen den Anderen
Beweine die Niederlage gegen Dich selbst.
Der Tag ergibt sich der Nacht
Das ist das letzte, was er jeden Tag macht
Es ist keine Niederlage.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

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LEICHT SCHWIERIG

Es ist schwierig
In schwierigen Zeiten
Schwierig zu bleiben
Wenn schwierig Deine Art ist
Denn das macht alles nur noch schwieriger

Leichter wäre es
Leichter zu werden
Leichter werden
Fällt Dir aber schwierig

Also bleibst Du schwierig
Was Deinen Weg schwierig macht
Dich aber leicht
So leicht
Daß Du jeden Weg leicht gehen kannst
Auch die schwierigsten.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

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MEIN NEUER FREUND

Freundschaft
Ich machte unlängst eine neue
Bekanntschaft
Und genoß mehrmals täglich seine
Gesellschaft
Er teilte mit mir meine jede
Leidenschaft
Bewies aber auch die ungetrübte
Eigenschaft
Mich zu spiegeln durch seine zarte
Gegnerschaft
Mir gegenüber.

Und er sah so aus, wie ich
Und zeigte mir einen anderen mich
Denn ich hatte mich als Freund entdeckt
Und gewonnen und behütet wieder versteckt
Als wäre Zeit Ort und Ort Zeit
In den Zwischenmomenten meiner Alleinigkeit
Euch gegenüber.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

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GOTT IST

Sonntag
Der Drang, Gott zu kennen –
Was ermöglicht Bewusstsein?
Was ist das überhaupt? Bewusstsein.
Wach! Hell! Tag!
Wahrnehmen können und erkennen.

Jedes kleinste Tier…
Wie sieht das Innenleben
Seines Bewusstseins aus?
Gott, aus seiner Liebe heraus
Ermöglicht selbst dem kleinsten Tier
Die Freude, bewusst zu leben.

Was ist das? Gott.
Immer mehr ahnt der Mensch
Daß Es etwas weit mehr ist
Als der Mensch ahnen kann. Gott ist.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

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IMPERIUM

Raum zum Nehmen
Grenzen des grenzenlosen Nehmens
Ohne sich zu schämen

Nur der Eroberte
Nur der Gebrochene
Nur der Gedemütigte
Schämt sich
Schämt sich auch noch
Und schämt sich auch dafür
Heimatlos zu Hause

Heimatlos in der Heimatlosigkeit
Eines Anderen Imperium
Da, wo es keine Gnade gibt
Nur Nachdenken: Warum
Bin ich hier?
Nimmst Du mir meinen Freien Willen
Nimmst Du mir mein Leben.
Reichtum und Macht sind ein Imperium
Und wir sind der Widerstand.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der Deutschen Dichtung

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A SPIRIT YOU CANNOT TOUCH

Nigeria bears the stigma of being a foreign Creation. This might not be clear to many Nigerians today. But one day, way into the future when a critical mass of a more mature and self-aware crop of Africans have arisen in that space today called Nigeria, then the contradiction and the insult embedded in the concept of „founding fathers“ will become clear to them. Especially when they ask: so who exactly was the first, the original Founding Father? Lord Lugard?

He created One-Nigeria, as a concept and a constitutional unit, and pieced and put it together. But what other creative forces lurk behind the pieces of what he put together?

Now, ever since 1914 Africans have tried to usurp Lugard‘s creation, to give life to it according to their understanding of what they feel should be the best way that this creation can work for them – each according to his own idea – and to steer the ship of its destiny. In doing so, however, they often disregard – as though it were unimportant – the very REASON why Nigeria was put together. The assumption of some that this reason is now obsolete or only of historical importance is however very fatal, because it prevents them from understanding why Nigeria still functions today the way she functions and will continue to function – driven by her internal foundational dynamics and aided by her European creators and other foreign friends – unless this raison d‘etre, which translated into her very modus operandi – is substituted or outgrown.

In Frederick Lugard‘s famous words:

„What we often call the Northern Protectorate of Nigeria today can be better described as the poor husband whilst it’s southern counterpart can be fairly described as the rich wife or the woman of substance and means. A forced union of marriage between the two will undoubtedly result in peace, prosperity and marital bliss for both husband and wife for many years to come. It is my prayer that that union will last forever”.

This well-known colourful quote, however, although it theatrically spells out the economic raison d‘etre of Nigeria (North, keep your wealth; Southern wealth will be used to finance both them and you), it distracts from another – even more vital – piece of information, and that is: the WAY and MANNER in which this coup was to be maintained. Namely, not the southern system of administration was extended north, but – more tellingly – the northern system was extended south. Much to the chagrin of Southern intellectuals, who did all they could to resist it – in vain. It was thus the British who subjugated the South to the North.

The very philosophy and ideology of Nigerian government, from the start, was based on that which the British Colonial authority had devised in harmony with the Northern traditional structure. Basically: in the North, unlike in the South, the British Colonial Power never took away actual sovereignty from the Northern rulership structure. It allowed them to keep it and then ruled the area indirectly through them, allowing them to act as willing agents to the extent that they the Northerners allowed. This is what we learn in school as having been „indirect rule“ in the North. This is why the Northern Protectorate always had a fiscal deficit and was always broke – because the Northern Emirs resisted the British imposed taxes. It is important to understand this: It was not the NORTH itself that was poor; the North was never poor, even though – yes – greater mineral wealth lies South, it seems. But it was the British-created BRITISH PROTECTORATE OF NORTHERN NIGERIA (i.e. the administrative entity) that was poor, because the subjects (Northern traditional rulers and their merchants) refused to fund it, but rather kept their wealth and taxes to themselves. Thus the needed money for running the Protectorate had to come from somewhere else: namely, from the South.

Now we come to the South. Here, in the South – unlike in the North – the indigenous primordial sovereignty of Southern Rulership was broken as a power base and replaced with direct British rule. Thus, here the Colonial Government had direct access, backed by direct force, to the mineral and labour wealth of the South. Thereafter they handpicked mostly malleable agents as their servants in the execution of this direct rule in and direct plunder of the South; a portion of the spoils was used to run the South, a large part of the loot was sent North, and the rest they kept to themselves and Britain. In other words, whereas they had adjusted to accommodate unmalleable Northern Leaders further inland in the North, they crushed the easily accessible Southern Leaders in the South and largely replaced them with malleable stooges. This caused great unrest and created a permanent internal instability in the South that has remained to this day, whereas it was the opposite in the North: Under the frail cloak of pseudo British colonialism, the primordial indigenous sovereignty of the North not only stayed intact, but retained the self-established form that had over a long time concretised mainly under Fulani dominion in those approximate areas.

When decades later in the aftermath of WW2 the independence struggle grew exponentially and it became clear to the Colonising power that some form of visible withdrawal from the driving seat had become inevitable, the question now was: Within which power dynamic should Nigeria, their creation whose modus operandi they understood best, be situated and then left behind. – In the hands of the unstable, wealthier, South into the Heart of whose authority-structures the departing British would have no reliable link or hold? Or in the hands of the stable reliable North with whom they had built up a working relationship perfected around an understanding and a system of joint subjugation and plunder of the South? It was an easy choice to make. Thus one can say: the British conquered the South on behalf of the North, in order to leave the South in the hands of the North and then share the South with the North. It seems the southern woman of means was never meant to be honourably married at all, but simply to be a free-for-all double-penetrated Geisha.

The lack of unity in, and naïvety of, the South after independence played even further into the hands of the North. The squabblings, the distrust, the well-meant coup, the naive constitutional change. Like inadvertently pushing a tiny splinter of wood deeper into the sole of your foot the more you try to remove it.

The question however might then be: WHY did the British find it hard to conquer the North, but easier in the South? Was it just because of the distance inland from the Atlantic Coast? Partly. But there was another, and more fundamental reason, and it‘s this: The North had ALREADY been conquered and was under a uniform authority. Islam had already conquered the North and held it together via its agent of conquest, primarily the Fulani of the Sokoto Caliphate to the North-East, and partly also the north-westerly Bornu Caliphate. It was at its core thus an Islamic resistance of Christianity that took place in Northern Nigeria, in continuation of the thousand year old battle for global supremacy between these two foreign religions. The North had a long memory of Islamic martial wisdom to draw from in their intelligent cohesive strategy behind their resistance to and manipulation of the British.

What this also means, is, the Independence that was achieved decades later in 1960 was simply the attainment of a partial independence from the Christian West, but a remaining subject to the Islamic East. Indeed: Independence from the Islamic East is yet to come to Africa generally.

But, back to Southern Nigeria. One common Religion – this overarching glue – was missing in the South, whose additional proximity to the Coast as well as possession of stupendous mineral wealth, made its conquest by the British almost inevitable. Indeed and ironically it was now British Colonialism that gave to the South, via Christianity and wide-spread western education, a semblance of the bond which the North – in the form of Islam and Arab-Islamic schooling – already long had. The difference being that in the North this religion-based bond was and is also entrenched in a traditional system of government which survived western colonialism. The South has only the religion, but not the uniformity of traditional authority. Nevertheless, this shared Christianity – especially in the South-East/South-South – even without political authority, still provides a sufficient bulwark of resistance against the imperious Islamisation attempt of the Fulani in this last region of true resistance in Nigeria. This is the Spirit of Biafra. Fuelled by primordial indigenous indignation. Again what we are seeing here – parallel to the meaningless ethnic scuffle and jostle for power – is the over-arching continuation of the millennium-old battle for global supremacy between Judeo-Christianity on one hand and Islam on the other. Situated within the theater of unfortunate and meaningless African inter-tribal conflicts. The Fulanis are experiencing in Biafra Land the same stubborn resistance that the British experienced in Arewa Land over a hundred years ago. Africans never really surrender. They survive and thrive. Islam is experiencing in Biafra Land the same resistance that Christianity experienced during the crusades against the Moslems. A refusal to be conquered and converted by cunning or by force. The Crusades are reversed in Nigeria today.

Nigeria bears the stigma of being a foreign creation – in so many ways. Much more complex than the few contexts touched upon in this write-up can throw up. The socio-political salvation for the Africans in this region of the continent lies in two things that might seem contradictory, but which are only two complimentary sides of the same golden coin. One: to re-identity with their own original African indigenous ethnic nationalities and consciousness, free from all the brain-wash of foreign religions and an acquired Nigerian identity. Two (and even more importantly): to NOT let these actual African ethnic identities participate in Tribalism against each other. That is: Be your true self and then unite with each other as your true selves. Say yes to Africa. Yes to Intertribal Love. No to tribal hatred and Tribalism.

Tribalism is the death of Africa. Not the Tribalism of love of one‘s ethnic group, but the Tribalism of hating, or feeling superior to, or not wanting the progress of other ethnic groups. It‘s just the greatest Smallness on earth today. If Africans – educated and non-educated – can really conquer Tribalism in their hearts, no foreign-come religions or colonially manufactured identities would be powerful enough to divide them and make them fight against each other. The day Panafricanism is based on pan-tribal-unity, and not on shifty talks in the amorphous halls of the AU, from that day Africa will start to progress.

The day the internal workings of Nigeria become based on inter-ethnic love and Cooperation – free of attempts at ethnic or religious conquest – and based on Inter-tribal Cooperation, accommodation, respect, love and unity, that is the day Nigeria will start to progress. Until then, BIAFRA will continue to live – more than a call for a state, more than a resistance movement; above all, an undying dream of freedom, indigenous development and sovereign identity. Biafra is the code word for Survival. Indigenous Survival. Black Survival. And it is anchored deep in the hearts of millions and millions of Africans. Survival.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
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AUS SPRACHE WIRD LEBEN

Die Schönheit der Sprache
Ein in Worten unfassbarer Lichtblick
Aus einem Augenpaar ausgeschickt
Wie der erster Tag hell und schön ausbrach
Einst beim Es Werde Licht

Und es ward eine schöne Sprache
Denn Gott war in seinem Wort am Anfange
Schmetterlingsfarben entfalten Klang
Und Freude und noch mehr Freude danach
Nach dem Es Werde Sicht

Denn wir sprechen mit Augen
Und sehen mit Worten der Sprache
Die Schönheit bei gütigem Lachen
Wozu gute Worte wirklich taugen
Nämlich: Es Werde Gedicht.

Und die Schönheit der Sprache
Liegt im Nebenklang und im Nachhall
Und in den Pausen neben leerem Schall
In Verantwortung, weil Worte machen.
Und Es Werde Gericht.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

UNERHÖRT UND DOCH GEHÖRT

Wir leben ein lautloses Leben
Ein paar Jahrzehntelang wenn überhaupt
In dem meistens das Leere
Uns die größte Lehre
Erteilt in der Leere.

Laut und lauter und immer lauter
Wird die Welt. Immer verzweifelter die Leere
Die die Innere Stimme dennoch hört
Da wo sie hingehört
In Deinem Herzen unerhört.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung