Often, on new year’s day
I said: new life
But today I feel it.
Often I had new year’s resolutions
But this year I feel them
Already I live them
For the first time in my life.
It took all of 43 years to get here
And decades of resolutions.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Flower needs earth
Or water
Or tree
Flower needs something
To grow on.
Flower without base
Is an idea without implementation.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Vogel flieg
Dem gebrochenen Flügel
Entgegen
Der Schlag des Aufpralls
Der Krach des Brechens
Die Atemlosigkeit des freien Falls
Die harte Landung
Und dennoch freut sich das Herz.
Morgen fliegst Du wieder.
Ich auch.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Das Herz ist Natur
Immer am Sterben und immer am Sich-Entfalten
Ist eine Blume
Immer am Sich-Umblättern
Ist ein Universum
Immer am Explodieren und am Abkühlen
Ist eine Schlange
Immer am Winden
Am Häuten
Am Lauern
Voller tödlichem Gift und heilender Kraft
Und immer bereit, das nächste Opfer hungrig zu verschlucken.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
I was at the ruins of Eppstein Castle last Sunday, shooting the Music Video for “Alien You‘re My Baby“
Coming soon.
2.
Sax solo
3.
Your rhythm, My rhythm, your Rhythm
My Rhythm, your Rhythm, My Rhythm
Your Rhythm, My Rhythm, your Rhythm…
4.
Beautiful alien
And when You’re hurting
It hurts me deeply
And it just makes me feel so human… ahaha…
Alien, You’re My Baby
5.
Sax solo
6.
My Rhythm, your Rhythm, My Rhythm
Your Rhythm, My Rhythm, your Rhythm
My Rhythm, your Rhythm, My Rhythm
7.
Sax solo
8.
Alien, You’re My Baby Girl
Alien, You’re My Baby Girl
Alien, You’re My Baby Girl
Alien, You’re My Baby, My Baby…
9.
Repeat
10.
Sax Exit
With adlib
Hedabedabe..
Hedabedachapechapedaba…
11.
Repeat
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Wow. Who would have thought?… it’s 5 years already.
I started this blog with the intention of posting a poem a day for a whole year – and I did that thtoughout 2013.
I wonder if I should do it again in 2018… 🙂
There is still so much to draw from
So much love
It becomes easy if
You don’t pair it with Ambition.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
The theory that some people are good and some people are bad; some people are dependable and some people are unreliable; some people are weak and some people are strong; etc, – is false.
The proper recognition is that you are dependable to some people and unreliable to others; some people experience your good side, some suffer your bad side. In some situations you are strong, and in some situations you are weak.
You are full of theories, but in reality you are just a bunch of modes, like your mother nature herself.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Ein Zug klopft in meinem Kopf
Mein Herz schlägt
Stark
Meine Augen öffnen sich kurz
schließen sich wieder
Ich bin allein.
Die Angst lähmt mich
Sorge verwirrt meine Gedanken
Die Hoffnung umarmt mich zart, ich bin inruhig
Wolken, grau, schweben über mir
ich sehe den Himmel nicht mehr.
Hebe den Fuß, Mensch, und schreite fort!
Ich höre die Stimme klar, zwar
doch ich habe Angst.
Wo ist der Himmel?
Stimme wieder, Stimme wieder:
Mußt du wirklich den Himmel sehen
um dich daran zu erinnern, daß er
da ist? Er ist immer da.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
There came a time in my life when I prayed to die. Not because I had no food to eat, but because I had no gratitude with which to eat the food. Not because I had no bed on which to rest, but because I had no rest to place upon the bed. Not because I had no one to talk to, but because I had no friendliness to offer. Not because I loved death, but because I hated life.
Then I met a journeyman inside my soul, full of humility, laughter and ordinariness. And of the boisterous acceptance of the reality of things.
I am still trying to fathom this journeyman, to understand who he is; to come to grips with the simple realities of everyday life, like everyone else also does, none of whom is less weary of the toil than I am.
To become a man, Nigerians say, is not the job of one day. It requires time. Think I not that only I long for Home – every other Wanderer does so as well. Every.
Mayhaps if we made the Earth a better place, the journey would not be so unbearable afterall. Or what sayest thou?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
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