WAKE UP BEFORE THE FIGHT, NOT AFTER

That, for which you need the knowledge you got out of the lesson, is already gone and done, has already happened.

There are some things that need to happen in order for certain lessons to be learned and pieces of knowledge acquired. It would have been better if the recognition had been won, or already rested in one’s possession, before the onset of the event; because actually the knowledge was needed to be able to handle the event properly. Instead, the event has become the bringer and the teacher of the knowledge which can no longer be used to prevent, manage or correct that same event.

What sad, poignant, irony! Now you have the knowledge, but it is useless for the purpose for which it was meant to be used in your life. You grow old just to learn the value of youth. You become a foreigner just to learn the value of being a native. You die just learn the value of life. You ignore advice only to understand its value when it is too late to use it anymore. You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.

So when are you going to make use of this new knowledge now? You will get your chance when you come again in another life. But will you remember, somewhere deep down in your soul, what you are painfully learning today? Do you remember, deep down in your soul, what you once painfully learned in another life? Go deep inside. Read it again. Read it again. Your soul is a book. And you the spirit are its author.

Always wake up before the fight – not after!

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

PLAYGROUNDS

There is evil in the air
It chokes your breath in unexpected places
A playground, full of hard adult eyes
Watching, and avoiding, each other
While playing children loudly try
To shout the intruders merrily out –

One by one each parent
Picks up its child and hurries home
Away from this place
And no-one can say really why
The world became like this
Or when. It’s the future, and we’re there.

CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.

UNRECONCILED

I know they get in your way
They try to tell you we don’t belong together
They force you to lead a parallel existence
We’re living double lives

But behold a paradox:
In the lakes of their knowledge
You came up ignorant
In the garden of your ignorance
They found the seeds of knowledge

Who reinvented you?
Someone surely did
And it certainly wasn’t you.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

WISDOM

Wisdom. To see the limitations of others, and see the limitations in myself which stop me from seeing the limitations in others.

Wisdom. To accommodate the faults of others, and to accommodate the faults in myself which prevent me from accommodating the faults in others.

Wisdom. To understand the confusion of others, and understand the confusion in myself which blocks me from understanding the confusion in others.

Wisdom. To fathom foolishness, and fathom that which can never fully fathom the foolishness of man.

Wisdom. To be aware of my ignorance, and of my knowledge, and of the difference between the two.

Wisdom. Lord, make me wise in Thine Ways. Amen.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

SURVIVAL

What don’t I know
About you is what
I silently ask myself
Each time you ask me
What I’m thinking
As I think about you

How many wars
Have you fought, won and lost?
How many lives have
You taken, how many given?
How much hunger did you endure
To nourish so much anger?

How many loves have pierced you?
How many wounds are
Dripping a trail back to
How many acts of survival?
All I see is the smile in your eyes
And the hope in your heart.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

EDUCATION FOR ALL

They can’t read
But they can read

The signs on the wall
They can read between the lines
When the educated are talking
They can read your thoughts
In your eyes

When you’re lying to them
They just don’t have the words
To explain that all they need
Is a seed of true knowledge planted
Into their minds when they were young.

Someone has to walk ahead
When others are looking
For someone to follow.
How many generations will fall like
Autumn leaves, wasted beauty?

– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.

START AGAIN

Start again
It was all a lie
Deceitful illusion
Full of grinning fools

Everybody looking worried
When a pin dropped
Yet nodding wisely their heads
When the world goes to war

They all fear the dawn
The end of the act
Wake up from your heaven
You’re living in hell

Just start again
Freed of illusions
Eyes opened wide…
And, yes, doubt the preacher too.

— CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.