Good liars are used
To being believed
So they get confused,
Irritated, aggrieved,
When they meet someone
By whom their well-conceived
Lies, deception and con
Are not well-received;

Someone who sees through them deeply,
Like a radar, stubbornly and unerringly,
And refuses to be bought by them cheaply,
But demands the real them unsparingly.

The real them, the higher You,
The deeper fruit of your true history -
Be brave with me, trust me, be true.
Let that be our bond, and our mystery.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river