To me it’s neither a window nor a door This thing called opportunity It’s a cloud, a bubble, foam on the shore Of nature’s recurring serendipity You will get chances to rise And you will get chances to fall Which one of these two you utilise Well, that is your call. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
chance
SOME COME, SOME GO
Talk to the clouds
As you would talk to a departed friend
As you would write to a distant lover
As you would whisper to your future
Quietly within your heart.
For they are dreams
Gathering on the roof of your destiny
And they shall rain upon you
Or they shall disperse and quietly disappear –
Some are fulfilled, some are not. This is life.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 