ALL I NEED IN THIS LIFE OF SIN

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There is something about being different –
People can’t place their finger on it, can’t say why…
Some think it’s your colour
Some think it’s your hair
Some think it’s your religion, your culture, your upbringing and education –
Whence is the origin of that which is deeper than style?

Well, when God sunk me, a melody,
Into the soils of soul searching
He must have watered me with the laughter of your wellspring
Because you are my taste
When I feed upon His Word –
Ssshh, I say no more.

Blessed be he, that wandering bard,
Who in sweet swansong sighed and said:
“All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend.”
I know what you mean, Tupac.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

DEN FRÜHLING RIECHEN

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Ich habe
In der Distanz
Frühling gesehen –

Zitternd, wie ein gebrochenes Herz
Zitternd, wie ein heilendes Herz
Zitternd, wie ein mit Hoffnung pochendes Herz

Neue Hoffnung,
Denn ich glaube an Dich.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

AT THE HOSPITAL

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In the hospital waiting room
It was not the sick who were ailing
But the healthy who accompanied them

I saw more worry in the eye
Of many a mother
Many thoughts on the brow of
Each accompanying husband

I saw that love shares burdens
And carries them doubly
And friendship will go the extra mile
And family is a wordless wonder
And the heart is the deepest mystery on earth.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

KONFERENZ

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Hier fallen mir keine Worte ein
Eingeschlossen, ausgeschlossen
Zugemauert von starren Menschlein
Von internationalen Bossen.

Sie lachen ha he hi ho hu
Die fünf Kontinente einer politischen Geldkuh
Hu ho hi he ha
Und bla bla bla.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

THE WORLD IS ENOUGH

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I knew it
It was too new
Not to be true too –
The questions unreplied were too few too
Happiness swallowed all the cares
Sorrow wears
Discord tears
Happiness shares and it goes around
The world is enough
Big enough, small enough, world enough
Sure.
Manure is pure. Sure.
Even a decadent mind
Even that dark heart
Can laugh out loud
Out loud –
Manure is pure.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

WAS UNRUHIG AUSSAH, IST RUHIG

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Ich ging einen langen Pfad entlang
und alles, was bekannt aussah
war neu und unbekannt. Jeder Klang
klang anders, die Ferne lag so nah
trieb die Nähe weit weit weg
und so ähnlich gewesen ist mein Weg.

Weit weit weg, entfernt, entrückt
kommt dir meine Nähe vor…
Wärest Du – entfernte ich mich – beglückt?
Zögest du meiner Nähe meine Ferne vor?
Du weinest, warum? Weiter zieht sich
der begonnene Weg. Man schaut, sieht sich
erkennt sich nicht. Neulich war eben
die Sonne der Wind, kalt und unruhig –
Unruhig, diese Flamme, ein unermüdendes Streben

Was unruhig aussah, ist ruhig.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

FREEDOM SPIRIT

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I am on the bird’s wing,
When it beats they say
It is my heart.
Where are you going,
Prodigal Son?

I am on the lion’s tail.
When it twitches they say
It is my pride.
Where are you going,
Rebellious Brother?

If you put your ear
To the ground
All you will hear
Is the Spirit that
Rides within.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

THE GRACE

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Though disgraced
I will not lose face
I will raise it
that the sun
may shine on me.

Every fibre of my being
Every corner of my soul
Every song of my spirit
Will become new –
for the flames of the sun

Have killed me.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

PRIDE AND PAIN

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That Mountain yes
It is high, hard, rugged, dogged
And casts a long shadow

It will not stop you
From arriving the other side
Of your pride, when love touches you –

You say it, I’m sorry
It hurts but not for long
Pain heals. I’m sorry…

Those tears are more powerful
Than a waterfall, every barrier will break
In their wake, they will wash the air
Clean, like nature’s storm –

I’m sorry is a power that is a winner.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

OUR SHARE

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The freedom you give yourselves
Is the freedom you’ll share

If you say I won’t be free
You’re bound to binding me

If you say you’ll own it all
You’ll have to fight us off

Because I want a piece of peace
A pint of prosperity

A joint of hope and happiness
A chunk of a chance at success

A healthy dose of social security
And a shot of education –

Give us our share!
Cheers!

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.