INVISIBLE GARDEN

Creation is soft and beautiful. But it is also meticulous and thorough, such that in all its softness it is also very hard, merciless and adamantine. Because everything comes back.

And in all it’s beauty, it is also very terrible and gruesome and unsmiling, because EVERYTHING is absorbed, tended, grown, prepared, strengthened and returned back to its originator. It is beautiful perfection.

You feel it but you don‘t realise it. All the time.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

LEARNING BY GIVING AND TAKING

Whenever a person says, this is what I want, i.e. whenever a person wills something with his volition, i.e. whenever an act of will emerges from a person, i.e. whenever a person WANTS something either for himself or for others – and they usually go together, because wishing something for others is usually the other method of wishing the opposite for oneself – then Creation gives one an opportunity to know how the effects of that thing feels upon those who are at the receiving end of its effects; so that one will learn if one’s volition was good or bad.

For example, if you wish to be a King, the threads of fate might lead you to be a subject under the kind of King you wanted to be, or eventually became, so that you can experience the true value, or lack of it, of your volition in Creation. If you steal from others, you will get stolen from, or lose what is dear to you in a situation akin to theft – that is, one that for you corresponds to or resembles theft. The time it takes for this lesson to manifest – whether in this earth life or in a future earth life – will not change it. Your soul still needs it.

This activity of reciprocity is an Act of Love on the part of Creation in which is anchored Laws full of the Will of God. For the Will of God is Justice. And Justice is Love.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

DEEP WITHIN THE AFRICAN PSYCHE

There is a gem
Waiting to be tapped
Deep within the African psyche
It is the knowledge
The Memory
That he, that she, is a creator
And an inventor

One who once did and can again create
Their own technology
Their own religions
Their own socio-political systems
Their own nations and
In all this, their own solutions
To their own problems

Africa does not have to be a source
Of problems to the world
But a source of solutions

A continent that once formed its
Own languages, its own Nations
Its own belief systems
Its own science and technology
Can do it again

It just has to stop believing
That others are better creators
Than it is.
Invention was our first calling.
Material things, non-material things, and Nations.
Innovation alone will protect us and
Keep on taking us forward.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

PLANE WINDOWS

We’re walking on air
It’s a carpet of sometimes white
Sometimes grey and fair
Domed by azure blue and bright
Cushion of cloud.

Creation, I’m sure, is proud
Of its laws, perfect and very (extra) ordinary
Treasures for all who seek and invent
Awe-inspiring, comforting, scary
They make us small and silent.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

LOCKED INSIDE

There is one frozen lake
That thaws not in the spring
It is winter of wordless ache
In my awakening

In my beginning
After I awoke
I greeted the earth and forgot
The language Creation spoke

Before the big bang
And ding dong merrily on high
Once upon a time
After a bell rang

Before the big bang
A song my spirit sang
Song of flame
In tongue of flame.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

IMAGINATION

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They were not decorations on our wall
We were shadows on theirs
Flickering like candle thoughts
Gathering, falling and dispersing
Like broods of clouds
When we stand across the divide
Looking at each other, it’s hard to tell
Who is real
And who is the figment of whose imagination.

Writer, did you write your book
Or did your book write you?
Artist, did you paint that look
In the eye of the portrait watching you
Or are you just a thought in its mind?
If you look, sometimes you will find
That the musician is the instrument
And the song is the conductor of his movement.

And when an architect erects a building
He is only doing so to house therein his restless feelings.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.